Mom: "Well... you know how it goes sometimes... he's book-smart but people-stupid."
Actually ya, I do know when someone is book-smart but people-stupid, I wouldn't have put it that way but it can fit the bill perfectly sometimes no? :-)
Ray: "He's not exactly chicken-shit but he's got hen-house ways..." This is said with a twinkle in his eye because he knows it's a good line. Ray is a joke-teller extraordinaire with impeccable timing.
I should note that they weren't referring to the same person, these are just snippets of conversation that I like to remember because I find them entertaining and funny.
Sometimes Ray says things I've never heard him say before and geez, I've know Ray for 30 years now. 30 years. I can't believe I'm saying that. I can't believe I'm at that age that I can say "Well hmmm... 30 years ago I was...." But then it can feel like no big deal. If you want to feel young then go live with elderly people, this is the best anti-aging treatment there is. I feel young every day. And happy to not be old. I think aging is a shitty thing man, really. Here we are with these brains and feelings that FINALLY start to mature and BHAMMM our bodies starts falling apart. Where's the fairness in that? And don't get me started on illnesses, they really bite the fucking BIG one. It's a strange thing; being a being that inexplicably bursts into life, grows up, gets old, then dies. Well... perhaps if we humans don't blow ourselves up in the next 20 years, we can at the very least get rid of nasty-ass diseases. One can only hope that if we get that smart we can figure out the easy stuff like war and aggression. Maybe if we're really lucky we can invent a peace virus that we can put in the air and the world of humans would breath in healing peace instead of disease. What would happen? No more war, no more suffering. Chemical Viral Peace Fare. Sounds good, let's start working on that shall we?
Living with my parents 80 years old and 93 years old. Shit. :-) Living on a lake in the middle of nowhere (sort of) is trippy. Getting out and running on a great big lake is cool. Wash, Rinse and Repeat.
Mom is kind of deaf. She has a hearing aid and the difference between when she is wearing it and when she's not is heard in the rising decibel level of the TV and the sonic boom soon after.
The hearing aid is annoying for her but she's trying to use it more. I have ear plugs in the living room. When I can't deal anymore I retreat to my basement bedroom. If she's wearing her hearing aid then I sit at my computer at the kitchen table. Both mom and Ray are curious about computer stuff although when I mentioned to mom that she could stay in contact with people with a computer her curt response was "No, computers scare me." I'm not an advocate of getting someone "current" or "up to speed". If mom has lived quite nicely without a computer its not a make or break whether she learns now. She keeps looking over my shoulder though so maybe at some point I can sit her down in front of the keyboard. I showed her stupid animal videos on youtube and both her and I were completely entertained. C'mon they're funny.... The maple kind? Yuh..?.
Today we went into Prince George. Ray sat in the backseat while I drove. He said he finally saw the scenery as usually he's driving so mostly what he sees is a strip of pavement. I was happy to drive, I don't like being in cars on the highway much anymore. I got into a car accident in 2007 and it ended with me and other car colliding into each other head-on on the TransCanada. Blech. Ever since then, winter highway driving is not pleasant for me. I used to think it was better to be a passenger so I didn't have to look, but that can make it worse. Now I know that as much as I don't like to drive, I can manage my nerves more if I'm behind the wheel. I'd rather be the master of my own driving destiny which kind of means driving.
Today I had to walk slower and not be too task orientated as everything was happening in the time it needed to take.
I am learning the fine art of patience & slowing down and this is good because those attributes have never been my strong suit. Patience with others, patience with circumstances and patience with myself. Since I stopped working 2 years I've had the unique and good fortune to be able to focus on practicing a blend of hindu-buddhist-shamanic practices. The devotion of hindu scriptures: the compassion of buddhism: the harmony of shamanism; meditation seems to tie it all together. Its an imperfect work in progress. It's not easy. That's why hindu sages ran for the caves of the Himalayas, buddhists spent time in monasteries and the shamans were half crazy outsiders.
I think I've found the best of both worlds hanging here and listening to the stuff my folks say...
Till next time
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