
11/22/08, 01:14 PM
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God Smacked Jesus Freak
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Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Turtle Island/Yelm, WA "Land of the Dancing Spirits"--Salish
Posts: 7,456
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I used to clean for this one old man(who was neat as a pin and his pigpen daughter and her pigpen family lived with him in his house) who used to be a professor and played piano. He had LOTS of book on history and bios and classics. Anyways, we got to talking(I could tell he was very lonely because of the array of vid games in the "family" room--I asked him about playing the piano (which afterwards he'd play for me when I cleaned) and said I played clarinet and sax in orchestra and jazz through college and missed playing the music a lot. Then he asked why I was cleaning if I had a college degree. I said it was a lot of things(like having kids and staying home with them and life has a mind of its own sometimes), but that I enjoyed cleaning because it was active(I hate sitting on my butt)and it was our own business that gave us a lot of time for our kids, and I'd done a lot of different jobs(wrangler, graphic artist, ref librarian, day care kid wrangler/cook, fashion designer, toilet scrubber...MOM). Anyways, he said I was a "renaissance" person--and said I'll have an interesting happy life cuz I'm willing to try new things and not get stuck in one thing(and so far I agree). He said he'd always been a prof, which he'd enjoyed, but he said he gave up a lot of adventure and "interestingness" because he wanted to be secure and was focused on a scholarly career and tenure. He said now he was basically stuck with his books(and reaping what he'd sown with his daughter) and a life full of "other people's memories" out of books and research, and he's wished he had real stuff to mull over, like climbing a mountain or traveling more. He wasn't bitter though, just sad. And he was an interesting person too, I felt very sad his daughter was so blind and stupid towards him.
Anyways, just saying I took that to heart and I'm making a big memory bank to tell lots of fairy tales to entertain the other old farts in the nursing home I'll go visit when I'm 92 (and I'll dance on the table for them and wiggle my 92-year-old butt).
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