Yea, so I am using a literary device to deceive you into thinking I am out of breath. Yea, cheesy. Furthmore, I want you to believe that I am out of breath because I have been so busy. Rushing here and there, and then back again. Yea, that’s the truth. Then, finally I want you to forgive me for letting so much grass grow between installments here at the ol Trifling Blog, but as I’ve said….Ghasp…huff…puff….So, here’s the deal.
So, here’s the deal. God I love that phrase. Simple, direct, and yet you just know that if someone starts a sentence with this leading phrase…bullshite simply has to follow. Usually in a high pressure stream. So, I repeat…”Here’s the deal…”
My son and his wife are moving to South Korea. There, just let that sit with ya for a second. Yea, listen to the elevator music in your head, and just be with that concept for a second. South Korea. For those of you who may suffer from Geographical challenges, South Korea is a very long way away. Like, Gulliver’s travels far away. Yea, I’m pretty sure that Lilliputian is the Capital of South Korea, but I’ll have to check.
So, what kind of stones do these modern kids have? Large clanking ones. They are heading to a completely unknown part of the world to teach English for a year. Stones. Big clanking ones. I am jealous beyond measure of the adventure they are setting upon. Imagine, being young and full of art and life and immersing yourself in the colorburst of culture they are entering. They are the missionaries of the new millinia, armed with their blackberrys, their Mac-books and Mcpads….on Dancer, on Donner, and Comet and Blitzen. Yea, I don’t know why I went there either, except for the neat rhyme sequence. So here’s to you Doug and Roe, I doff my cap, and raise my cup, or visa versa. You guys are the balm, and I cant wait to see how the pups come out. But seriously, I couldn’t be prouder, or love either of you more.
Ghasp…huff…puff….things here in the BooBoo have been moving right along and along….working…..riding Myrtle….not writing blog entries….but all that can turn around in an instant. Just like life, one minute you got it, the next minute you aint.
So here’s to you Uncle Jim. I loved you in secret all my life. When I was small, too small for me to remember, I fell asleep playing at your house with Jimmie. I dont remember much, except for you picking me up and carrying me to bed. Your touch was warm and loving, your heart was huge. It was a simple act of making sure all the chicks were in the nest, safe and warm. But for me, it was a lesson in kindness and love, and how to truly be a man.
Dr. James D. Warrick
1926 – 2010