Planets Don’t Have Gender, And Beauty Can Be Equally Dangerous No Matter The Gender

To clarify something about yesterday’s post, the point would be equally valid if the plant was named “Adonis,” so let’s take the right lesson away from this, alright?

I Was About His Age When I Made The Same Connection

Today my son observed that the planet Venus, named after the goddess of beauty, is lovely to look at from a distance, but seething and lethal the closer you approach it.

He’s definitely my son.

I’m Not Sure Where This Stems From

I’ve mentioned before that flowers and I don’t get along, but I despise fake flowers as abominations against nature.

You might say the only thing I hate worse than posies are poseurs.

It’s An Evolving Idea

The more I watch the dynamics of political success, the more I’m tempted to propose a theory of sociology called the “survival of the git-est.”

Because Understanding That Is The Only Way To Make Sense Of Some Things

If there can be only one thing my son learns from studying history, I hope that he learns how strongly the past can resonate into the present and future.

I’m Hoping This Spares Me From Further Questions For A While

“If you could have lunch with any one person in the entire world, who would it be?” I was asked this morning.

Now . . . friends and neighbors, there’s a time and a place for questions like that, but early in the morning and out of the blue is neither the time nor the place with me.

“Any one person, living or dead?” I asked for clarification.

“Yes,” I was told.

“I pick the living one then,” I replied.

I Worry About These Things Sometimes

As a parent I never want to punish my child for something outside of their control, but I am painfully aware that the Universe isn’t always as forgiving.

Try Not To Force Things, Maybe?

It’s silly, I know, but after years of hearing Star Wars references, I’ve started to wonder what you’re supposed to do when the Force isn’t with you . . .

And Talking And Talking . . .

I’m reluctant to admit this, but I have finally come to the conclusion that some people don’t care if you’re listening so long as they can keep talking.

So She Definitely Called It

“There’s a bear in our backyard,” L’s Mother announced yesterday, and despite my skepticism, she was right . . . in a sense.

The “bear” in question turned out to be a big friendly shaggy dog that happily followed me for some water and Milk-bones while I checked his collar for a phone number. One phone call later revealed that he had slipped out the door a couple houses down, and had been happily adventuring through the flooded streets until he ended up in our backyard.

He was quickly returned home and all was well again, but I’m still chuckling over it because the name on his collar was actually “Bear.”