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What People Say
The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.Walt Disney
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.J. K. Rowling
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.Dr. Seuss
Let’s build something together.
She called this afternoon. It’s Fathers Day, and it was to wish me “Happy Fathers Day.” The present came last week and mom “hid” it for her; she’s in St. Louis, and I don’t think she’s seen her gift ordered online. She respects me and when I go on about myself, mom nudges me as if to say, “Nock it off.” I want her to know I’m interested in all she does, but sometimes I expect she’ll compare with me. She never does. She just gets quiet, and sometimes I falter a question. I want to think of more to ask. Mom has the advantage and now I can actually message her because she allows me to follow her on Facebook, but we’re not “friends.” She’s friends with grandpa, and mom–she is probably afraid I’ll say something to embarrass her in front of her friends. I only have about 150 friends, and I really don’t know how many friends I have. I say who cares, and it’s only Facebook–I agree with Marjorie. Facebook isn’t real. It’s just a bunch of notes and pictures and news snippets, so who cares! I have the originals in Word, and in picture files on the computer and in a cloud, and sometimes on an external hard drive. So who cares about Facebook. I say I love her, and sometimes I’m not sure she gets it, so lately I’ve quit saying it. She says to take care, and I say take care. Today was special, She called and said immediately Happy Fathers Day, and I am enthusiastic, and I tell her we just saw a movie, The Avengers III, and it was shot em up, beautiful hunks of men, passing comments about the women cast members. That’s because there’s two of them, one of me. I’m even outnumbered at home because the cat Pepper is a female, and my daughter is 29, she loves her cat Alana from Japan where Laurel taught English for four years, and now she’s in a Ph.D. in Japanese literature/comp lit. We all three went to U of Iowa, BA, MA mom, MA/EdS dad, MFA Laurel and I always tell her about my MFA at CSU because I want her to know I’m smart, too. We all three of us are smart, but I know it’s because I work at it; I have three master level degrees MFA from Colorado State, and mom has BA MA from Iowa, but mom was Phi Beta Kappa, just like Laurel, both HS valedictorians both Suma Cum Laud, though mom was Highest Distinction, not Suma Cum Laud. If asked, I’d tell you I’d die for them both; I don’t want to say the wrong things. I’m a Christian.