Lunch Money
12/27/2002
I stood next to the orange tree just a couple of tree rows from the road. It was a beautiful warm southern calfornia afternoon and I was dealing with one of the side effects of an afternoon at the park and just a few too many cold beers. I really had to pee and there was no waiting till getting home. I never heard a sound. I just noticed movement next to me. There she was, my daugher of 31/2. Her mother had sent her from the car to join me. She never hesitated. Just took off her panties and joined me as we christened this spot. I remember the smile as she looked up at me with no understanding of the somewhat bizzar scene of father and daughter standing in the orchard, taking a pee together. Instant bonding. That was twenty two years ago.Christmas night 2002, We sat on the couch together as she tried to give me a peek into her world. Templates, html code, web page layout, I think I got about half of it. She was patient. I was attentive. And to the stranger it would not look as odd as I believe it was as the old man tried to grasp some of what this blogging might be about as I marvel at the ease with which she danced over the keyboard. As easy as peeing next to an orange tree . Re-bonding.
The next day a whirl wind afternoon and off she went on a plane bound for Australia and a new chapter in her life. And for me, as I deal with a myriad of emotions from joy to emptiness, from exitiment to sorrow, from pride to fear, for me ---re-bounding.
12/25/2002
Hello. I am helping my dad learn a little more about this fascinating practice, enjoying a pleasant Christmas evening in front of a laptop together. Ain't technology grand?- Andrea
I have a new look, blog look, that is, thanks to my daughter. Wish she could reprogram the rest of my body that way. ;-) A special Christmas for me, as Andrea heads out on a new adventure in her life, and my oldest daughter Mary gets her Christmas wish of her first home for her family.
Merry Christmas to all.
12/14/2002
While I ponder how I want to enter the world of blogging, here's how to reach me if anyone out there has some words of advice for a slghtly confused middle aged, middle class novice to the realm of blogging. smjames12@yahoo.comMy favorite quote will perhaps help me move forward with this new chapter in my life
"Willie" Shakespear said; " our doubts are our traitors, they keep us from the good we oft might find by fearing to attempt."
