Boys of Summer
24/07/11 07:33
I have to say. Have you ever given much thought to your individual body parts and the contribution they make day in and day out? I'm given to such frivolous thoughts when riding my bike for better or worse. I'm always amazed at the contribution made by my legs and how enduringly strong and resilient they are. I'm lucky to have them. They give me everything I could ask for when riding and sometimes more than I expect. I can push the limits of their endurance with a modicum of feedback or retribution even after failing to stretch before the ride. They are ever so rarely sore that I have come to expect no less from them and they do not disappoint. My arms and related upper body strength not so much. It's a package deal as I understand it and have come to expect less from them over the course of time. I would no sooner ask for more than they can give knowing full well the risks associated with doing so. I'm quick to enlist the muscle of others when contemplating lifting, hoisting, carrying, or holding a weight excessive in nature. Conditioning or otherwise building up muscle is out of the question. It is just something I am not interested in doing. I learned long ago that the investment is not worth the energy or the time. While I'm out on the proverbial limb with this subject, let me go a little further just to say that my Johnson certainly deserves his day in the sun and if nothing else a consolation prize for all his contributions over the years. Exercise notwithstanding, he has had his ups and downs to be sure. More downs than ups I am happy to say. What say you?
Nancy and I went to the movies last night in Portsmouth. It was some Italian flick called, "The Double Hour." Not a bad flick. I commented to Nancy that there wasn't anyone in the theater under the age of 50. Like book stores, namely Borders and others like them, theaters seem destined to die a natural death. As for books, the electronic media has made it unnecessary to leave your home to buy, browse, or otherwise purchase a book to read. I feel sorry for the people who like the feel and smell of books and who stack them endlessly on shelves and in bookcases in their homes. Not sure if it makes them feel more literate or if it is simply a matter of not being able to throw the darn things away once you've connected with the characters created by the author. Once his or her friends, they are now yours and not easily displaced. As for movies, you can download those as well. Some you pay for and some you don't. The paradigm itself is changing and along with it the landscape. Watches too are long in the tooth. You won't see one on the wrist of someone under the age of 35. They either check the time on their mobile phones or some other hand held device. I remember the comic books back in the 60's and 70's with Dick Tracy. He had a wrist watch which acted as a communication device. He was the product of some authors' imagination and here we are today. It works for me. How about you?
The Ev-boy is busy at the lake this week. We dropped him off last Thursday and with a hug and a wince he was gone. Gone with familiar faces from season's past to places off the beaten path where they could catch up on old times and plot future adventures out of earshot of the parents. Until they appeared out of nowhere to collect Evan, the boys he ultimately hooked up with were nowhere to be seen. Evan was nervous without friends to lean on and he wasn't shy about saying so. He had an hour to wait until he and his fellow CIT's were to meet in the large hall just down the path and round the corner. Problem was, he recognized no one and no one recognized him. There seemed to be far more girls arriving than boys and the boys that were there stood alone with their parents much like Evan was with us. The heat of the day was stifling. It was close to 100 degrees and we had all we could do to find a spot in the shade with a breeze that blew stingily at best. As is always the case with Evan, he worried far more than was necessary and we for him if only because that is what parents do. We left him in the best of hands on the shores of the Adirondack's to be a Counselor-in-Training. It is his first official paid job even though we spent more to send him there than he will ever get over the course of his stay. If he has fun, makes new friends, learns a modicum of what it means to be responsible, then his summer will be complete. And we, as his loving parents, will have done our job. See you in three week's time. Ev!
Nancy and I went to the movies last night in Portsmouth. It was some Italian flick called, "The Double Hour." Not a bad flick. I commented to Nancy that there wasn't anyone in the theater under the age of 50. Like book stores, namely Borders and others like them, theaters seem destined to die a natural death. As for books, the electronic media has made it unnecessary to leave your home to buy, browse, or otherwise purchase a book to read. I feel sorry for the people who like the feel and smell of books and who stack them endlessly on shelves and in bookcases in their homes. Not sure if it makes them feel more literate or if it is simply a matter of not being able to throw the darn things away once you've connected with the characters created by the author. Once his or her friends, they are now yours and not easily displaced. As for movies, you can download those as well. Some you pay for and some you don't. The paradigm itself is changing and along with it the landscape. Watches too are long in the tooth. You won't see one on the wrist of someone under the age of 35. They either check the time on their mobile phones or some other hand held device. I remember the comic books back in the 60's and 70's with Dick Tracy. He had a wrist watch which acted as a communication device. He was the product of some authors' imagination and here we are today. It works for me. How about you?
The Ev-boy is busy at the lake this week. We dropped him off last Thursday and with a hug and a wince he was gone. Gone with familiar faces from season's past to places off the beaten path where they could catch up on old times and plot future adventures out of earshot of the parents. Until they appeared out of nowhere to collect Evan, the boys he ultimately hooked up with were nowhere to be seen. Evan was nervous without friends to lean on and he wasn't shy about saying so. He had an hour to wait until he and his fellow CIT's were to meet in the large hall just down the path and round the corner. Problem was, he recognized no one and no one recognized him. There seemed to be far more girls arriving than boys and the boys that were there stood alone with their parents much like Evan was with us. The heat of the day was stifling. It was close to 100 degrees and we had all we could do to find a spot in the shade with a breeze that blew stingily at best. As is always the case with Evan, he worried far more than was necessary and we for him if only because that is what parents do. We left him in the best of hands on the shores of the Adirondack's to be a Counselor-in-Training. It is his first official paid job even though we spent more to send him there than he will ever get over the course of his stay. If he has fun, makes new friends, learns a modicum of what it means to be responsible, then his summer will be complete. And we, as his loving parents, will have done our job. See you in three week's time. Ev!