How to start? How to start?
It should be quite easy really, after all it is just a one sided conversation, something I have with myself on a regular basis, and after all having already being branded an idiot, expectations can’t be too high can they? I have actually had this conversation with myself several times now, the problem is that I talk to myself much faster than I can type and after I type one line I can’t remember what the next one was. I think the trick must be to just keep going and then edit if I need to.
Several months ago my computer died and I lost my link to this page so when peter asked me to do a post (I had no idea what a post was unless it was part of a fence or a driving shed)I had him send me a new link and started reading what others had done. Not bad for a bunch of idiots....expectations were going to be higher than I thought.
I wanted to tell Larry that there is only voltage at the light fixture the current only comes when you put your finger in. I wish I could answer some of Bills questions but they are beyond me. Teresa’s page kind of scared me because as she described herself she could have been talking about me, I guess we are all like that up to a point and if I am wrong and it is just the two of us I consider myself in good company so I wont let it bother me. As for peters funeral planning my wife already knows that if she dies before me that I am going to get her cremated and put her in a Harvey’s bag .
Ignorance is bliss
Or so I have heard, I don’t remember where or in what context (it may have been aimed at me ) and I never thought much of it until one day after trying unsuccessfully to explain something to a person who very obviously thought he knew everything it hit me this guy is so stupid that he doesn’t know that he is stupid! That must be what it means,(actually so ignorant that he doesn’t know that he is ignorant as a wise man once told me that, "ignorance can be fixed but stupid is forever". So when I hear all this talk of idiots I have to think . Idiots? Maybe but at least not complete idiots as we seem to realize that there is more to know and do in life , so as to Andy’s comment "dumb as a stick". I must beg to differ , perhaps dumb as a post as a post can at least be useful holding up a fence or a driving shed or even entertaining some bored individual sitting at his computer and therefore have some importance.
A small piece of the puzzle
This story is a small piece of the puzzle that was our Father
I don’t remember many details but I think I was probably twelve or thirteen, maybe John or Larry could fill in more if they remember more? One day John, Larry ,myself and dad were going to the back of the farm probably to do some chore that needed done. Dad was driving the green Fargo pickup and the three of us were in the back. We were being very cool and macho, not needing to hold on even as dad rounded one of the bends in the driveway , when all of a sudden he turned the wheel, hit the gas and did a doughnut in the hay field ,(even to this day it seems hard to believe he did that) Larry and I were able to hold on but John was thrown from the truck like a rock from a slingshot . I find myself looking back and wondering what kind of a moment that would have been had John been able to hold on , as it happened all fun was lost as John had to be scooped up and taken back to the house for bandaging of skinned knees and elbows
I enjoyed everything I read previous, I hope you enjoy this.
Terry, or number 7 of the 12 senior idiots.
p.s. Maisie lives on meatless chicken breast!
love
Terry
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"Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help"---Alex Haley
love
peter
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7 comments:
Whoa!!! I said dumb as a rock. A rock can be quite useful. Ha so there!!!
That was simply beautiful Terry. Well done!
I'll I can say is that I wish I had had a brother like you when I was growing up!
OK Roo - what you need to understand is that the man you know as Terry would certainly have been wonderful to have as a brother, and I feel extremely blessed to have him, but back then he was more of an annoying gnat whose greatest pleasure and mission in life was to mercilessly poke, prod, tickle, irritate, and annoy. He had a little bit of hyperactivity syndrome (perhaps that is why you feel a kinship?), and he couldn't have sat still for more than 5 seconds if you paid him. Karen can't believe that either, but its true!!
However. as you suggest, he is truly an awesome guy, and I am truly impressed with his writing -I didn't know you were so articulate Terry - how awesome!
Ditto, what Cory said.
Great job Terry. I remember flying off the back of the truck much as you described it. I was also surprised at the time by dad's brief moment of mischievous behaviour. I think he thought we could easily hang on and he was as surprised as me when I fell off. I think he may have started to skid accidentally as there was often a large greasy puddle in that corner of the field, then he could not resist the urge to step on it to complete the dougnut.
Love Old John
I miss mom and dad so often that these little stories seem to bring them right back here..thanks!
I love you, Terry!
Terry you remind me so much of Dad, I can't imagine life without you, but as for your youth, I'm pretty sure Stella still has the bruises from being your commercial punching bag. Love you
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