Day 289: A Belated Father’s Day Post


A few years ago my mom found the card they attach to the end of a baby’s crib in the the NICU. My dad had apparently saved in a small yellow softcover baby book with a stork on the front. I learned a few things  when I saw that card. One: It is  one thing for your parents to tell you that the preemie baby that grew up to be you was tiny, it’s another to see 17 inches in a stranger’s handwriting and realize that you really were smaller than  most of the dolls you collect. Two:  I didn’t realize that after delivery the cards on the cribs are given the mother’s last name by default, which may or may not be the same as the father’s  Suffice to say the the name on the card  wasn’t either of the ones I’d expected so it through me for a loop until mom explained.There is nothing like learning a previously unknown detail of your birth story! I also learned that my dad wasn’t present at my birth, I don’t hold it against him, I WAS early after all and he was out of state apartment hunting for the soon – to -be three of us. I’m sure that had I arrived on time he would have been there.The relationship between us hasn’t always been easy. I think he relates more comfortably with my younger sister which may have something to with the fact that she is able and I’m not or nothing at all. I do know a few things though. When mom found the baby book with the crib card she said, “Here, there’s something in there your dad saved from the day you were born.”  When I got my hand cycle ( think of a Big Wheel you power with your arms instead of your legs) he sat in the driveway and put it together  for me the same as I  watched him do with my sister’s bikes over the years.When I rode it the first time he cheered just as much ( if not more ) as if I were six with my first big kid bike and no training wheels even though I was closer to twenty six.

     Dad works grocery. he has seen countless people, mostly women bring their toy sized  dogs into the store with them. Every time he sees this he asks them if the animal is a service and waits for a no or the blank stare that means they have no clue what service dog is before politely asking them to leave.I’m pretty sure that before I became obsessed with idea of getting one at the age of thirteen he didn’t know that much about them .
     We may not always communicate as clearly with each other as we’d like to, but I’ve seen the things you do Daddy, I love you too.

Day 288: The Incident on Witch Duck Road, As Told By The Car.

English: London Bridge Road Looking South towa...
English: London Bridge Road Looking South towards London Bridge Station, Southwark cathedral is on the right (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The car  rumbled absentmindedly to itself as its teen aged driver guided it down the road. It was Saturday night and the road was the locally accepted weekend make out area. The branches of the trees  on either side of the road arched the road to intertwine tightly with each other like children playing London Bridge or Red Rover. The branches clasped each other so tightly that headlights were necessary whenever one drove the stretch.  The young man driving chatted amiably with his companion and the car wondered if the boy was himself tonight or impersonating his older brother who sometimes “double booked”  an evening with two young ladies, at which point the younger brother would take advantage iof the considerable shared resemblance between them and spend the evening with the second young lady, his older brother having left with the first   some time ago. The car had seen this happen several times. Suddenly the car stopped, unable to move. The car heard both passengers gasp in response to the abrupt stop.The car tried gamely to respond when the boy tried to restart the engine, but to no avail. The girl quipped that he didn’t have to pretend to be out of gas. And then from second to the next the temperature plummeted and the car felt their breath fog the windows. There was a woman approaching them now, appearing from the shadows as thoughtlessly as a human might walk through a doorway. She wo a cloak with the hood pulled up. Beside her paced two huge dogs easily the size of Irish Wolfhounds, with luge spikes protruding from the necks, tje boy redoubled his efforts to start the car, apparently they were close enough  for him to see that the collars weren’t collars either.  The car strained bravely against the invisible barrier and then suddenly it was gone. The car was able to make its engine turn over, its headlights blazed to life and they peeled away, leaving the sinister woman and her dogs behind in a cloud of exhaust, The car feverishly hoped that the young man’s next date was it was far from here. The incident had taken a few years off her factory warranty.

Author’s Note: The young man in this story is my dad and he swears he didn’t make this up. The road is named Witch Duck Road because at the end of road is a lake where several women were tried for witchcraft and drowned The trees that were so old then were so old when was a teenager were probably little more than saplings at the time of the time of the deaths.  The trees were cut down the year after dad’s story and the apparition hasn’t showed up since. I  personally think that she was a physical manifestation of the suffering of those dead women that was somehow linked to the trees. On a humorous note, my uncle David really  did forget and double book his dates and dad did  pretend to be David and take them out.
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Day 287: The Importance of Old MacDonald


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Broad-leaved Everlasting-pea – – 879083 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We need to reconnect with our food. That probably sounds strange so let me elaborate. I grew up in the 90’s my generation was the first to  have their formative years influenced by this new concept of the Internet. I grew up with the first generation of teenagers to have cell phones. I get that my generation and the ones after it take for granted things that were barely outside the realm of science fiction thirty years ago. In lots of ways we are becoming so immersed in the advances of now that the concept of  a life without them seems alien. When I was in middle school and high school   I remember conversations with people who were in their  twenties, thirties, and even forties which made it cleat to me that they were unaware that food we buy at grocery stores doesn’t just magically appear there, That level of ignorance frightens me so much more than the increasing prevalence of smart phones and technology. Our food was once living things. True plant life is not the same as animal life and animal life isn’t as either human or plant. but human, plant or animal it all grows. If we forget that even the things we eat have a life cycle and therefore need certain conditions to thrive, our forward momentum might actually kill them  and take us with it. Teach your kids “Old MacDonald“, that bacon comes from pigs that cheese and hamburgers come from cows and depending on the kind of cheese sheep and goats. . Teach them that their mashed potatoes, the corn or broccoli once grew somewhere before  being bought. The only way for us to continue living is too remember that everything we eat was once living too Teach them the magic of husbandry. Grow a garden even if its just a window box full of herbs,cooking with stuff you grew makes it taste that much better. Pant or care fore a tree even if it’s a dwarf one that you can keep potted un your apartment. There is a statistic that says that every new tree puts 29% more oxygen into the the air that air that circulates through your house or apartment is that much fresher. 

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