Wednesday, November 12, 2014

My Neighbor's Killer Geese

I used to live in the suburbs. It took us all the kids in the neighborhood about half an hour to walk to school. I was one of them. I also used to live the furthest. The last five and sometimes ten minutes I walked alone.

It was fun living life on the suburbs. I can still remember my walks home via country roads or fields. I walked alone. I started as early as six year old when I started to attend senior kindergarten.

Lucky me I was on the second school shift. That meant that I didn't have to go to school sometimes not even until 11 am. I was allowed to sleep in and I think I was sleeping in because I cannot remember anything about me waking up during my elementary school days.

I know, I know the story about the killer geese.

Well, my neighbor grew geese for food. They fed them very well and they grew to be giant, always a dozen of them. Especially giant because I was not a big person then. These giant geese were let out on the street to graze on the grass on the side of the road.

They were not the happiest geese. They were grumpy geese and they were like dogs always trying to get me. They did not have babies to protect. Not sure what I was to them that whenever I appeared on the horizon they were getting ready to chase me.

Well just like I avoided bullies all my life I avoided geese too. I didn't confront them, there was no use. All I did I took different path. I had to face the dogs on that different path but that was rare. I got to see cows who did nothing just stared at me.

Eventually I got home one hour later not because it took that long to get home using my alternative path but because I was a collector. I collected leaves, grass and flowers and anything that caught my eye.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

What is Writer's Block? A Paradox Defined

I am really pulling my brains out today what to write about. It is a fact that to be good at writing I need to practice every day. Well, today is just no go. I think I am experiencing major writer's block because I cannot come up with a topic to write about.

"Writer's block is a condition, primarily associated with writing, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition ranges in difficulty from coming up with original ideas to being unable to produce a work for years. Throughout history, writer's block has been a documented problem." ~ Wiki

However, am I really experiencing writer's block? I am writing something down. I am having some thoughts. I think I am contradicting myself though. Is writing about having a writer's block is really a writer's block? I think I just discovered a paradox. I am having circular thoughts that are not getting me anywhere writing; and not getting you anywhere while you are reading this nonsense.

"A paradox is a statement that apparently contradicts itself and yet might be true." ~  Wiki

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Keep Up the Great Work

At the dinner table I was looking at Matthew and thinking where did the time go. He is now six year old. It feels just like yesterday when Matthew only was combining two or three words together to form sentences. Today he talks like an adult. He asks lot of questions as well.

'Dad to you know what objective means?', Matthew asked Dad.
'Tell me what does it mean', Dad asked to explain.
'Objective means to accomplish something', he replied proud that he was able to define it in his own way.
'Well done!', we replied.

After dinner we had one last piece of homework to complete. Every week Matthew in school writes us something about his week and our homework is to write Matthew a reply.

'Have fun and keep up the great work', were our last words in Matthew's journal.
'Oh man you can't say that again', he said after reading it.

Apparently he takes our journal responses very seriously and telling him to keep up the great work every week that puts stress on him. We agreed to write this statement every other week.

'That's great, I like that pattern', he added.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Flaky Fate

Snow flakes, some
fall down and stay.
Snow flakes, some
fall down and melt.
Snow flakes, some
never reach the ground,