The difference between lightening and a harmless lightening bug

Greetings y'all: Two nights ago on our way home from our wonderful journey we passed through a small glen. We were greeted by a chorus of croaking frogs along the creek and what seemed like a million lightening bugs dancing in the grass and trees. Twas truly a magical moment to end a magical day. Yesterday was a stormy day. The weather reaching 100f with high humidity. Personally I thrive in this sorta weather. Rumor has it I may photosynthesize or rather photorespirate. We manage a little 5 mile stroll/hike to the grocer on the prowl for watermelon. Naturally man cub chose the largest melon he could pick up, good googly moogly he's strong. We managed to fit it into the back pack and started our trek home. Point of note I not only funded the expedition I was also the sherpa. We enjoyed and adventurous journey home traversing as many hills,woods & streams as he could find. Silly boy thought he could break me. I have to give him bonus points for finding beaucoup berrie bushes. We eventually swam and he went to karate. The weather became fierce last night, which is not atypical for this region in summer. We a had a beautiful but ferocious thunder and lightening storm. Zander suggested we pray for any creature outside while it raged through the area. Now you may be pondering why I called yesterday a stormy day when it was merely a stormy night. Good question, thanks for asking. You see two days ago is more flexible and was better able to predict and and adapt to my quirky and exuberant child. Yesterday , not so much. Yes I'm human and I snapped at him and I "picked up the rope" . That is I engaged in a tug of war. Therefore the day had several rough patches of dual angst. Now some folks, scratch that - many folks say I have a right to get angry and snap. I suggest I don't . OK hear me out before getting huffy and dressing me down. I am human, with a myriad of moods and influences. The question is ought I to use that as excuse for anger? Who is in control of my emotions? My actions and reactions? I am trying to teach a boy who eight years young how to navigate in the sea of humanity and become captain of his ship. Who wants to sail with a captain that is quick to anger? Who would prefer to sail with a cool, calm and adaptable captain? A captain with forethought who steer around or guide through storms? So in my humble opinion the difference between lightening and lightening bugs is preparedness and perception. Just keep a quiet eye out for both. Looking for quiet magical moments and know that life is impermanent. Maintain and even keel and keep tacking. Storms aren't forever. I'll leave you with one of my favorite Jimmy Buffet lines " breathe in , breathe out , move on"

It's a boys life

Greetings y'all

Mowgli starts camp next week. It will be a surreal week. I can't remember the last time I had a few days off work without my progeny. I can't remember the last time I had a few hours like that. Folks are telling me to splurge on myself, just not my style though. You see I like a simple life and more importantly I like my son, I actually enjoy being with him. The camp will be a great experience for him and I'm sure I'll get by with doing house work and finding a quiet spot to recenter.

This brings us to yesterday. As my junior mint said "it's a boys life dad". I decided to let him set the schedule du jour with my primary function being keeping said schedule. You see I have a quirky and exuberant child , OK some folks have labeled him ADHD, but I like my classification better and since this is my blog ...pfffft . Why was it a boys life? Well thanks for asking. We eased into the day , with him insisting I drink two cups of coffee. He then packed the back with our baseball gear, which he graciously allowed me to carry. We then commenced to hiking to the ball field.

Now anybody can walk to the field but we hike . He's found a wonderful long cut through the woods with a "crik" running through the middle. As we played in the heat he would take breaks in the cool shade. At one point I heard an excited call and knew it was the sound of a boy playing in a creek. I arrived on the scene to find Mowgli knee deep in water with minnows swimming around him while he searched for craw-daddies. We vacillated between baseball and craw-daddying .

Eventually lunch time came and pulled us back to our humble abode. That also worked into his plan to watch ' Last of the Summer Wine' , our mid-day respite. Since we practice conscious television viewing the show  ended and the magic talking  moving picture box was turned off so we could go swimming. I'm not sure but I need to check my son because he may have scales instead of skin. He is a little fish, or as he said " I'm a chip off the old bass" I'm pretty sure he meant I like swimming too and not that I'm an old smelly fish but this is not the time to question his intentions. I confess to an affinity for aquatic activities. Full day don't you think. Not quite yet though. He still had his karate training.

Since its only a few miles to his karate he figured why not walk there. I couldn't argue. We made the hour walk in 45 minutes. He trained hard then suggested we invade, err visit, the library, for his summer reading prize. We spent a couple of hours in the cool quiet of the library and proceeded our two person processional home. I noted he kept good track of his light up finger we got for his reading prize. You see historically my progeny is scatter brained but I've noticed since going off his meds he's been more focused. He humbled me when he articulated his fear of third grade while we walked to karate and later in the evening eloquently expressed why he loves dogs , wants one , but feels he isn't ready for one. I've never suggested he wasnt ready. I was humbled. We strolled home , snuggled up and read ourselves to sleep. I love my little guy! Sure he drive me bonkers it let's face he's a child, he only gets to be a child one time and since this is my first time being a father and his first time being a child we have plenty to learn

Folks time for my coffee as I watch the sunrise.

New day

Greetings:

Well folks it looks like I'm finally going to start my much thought about but little anticipated blog. I am a simple man, feel free to consider all definitions and connotations of simple when thinking of me, who is trying his best to raise his progeny. I'm a single father of limited means but we attempt to have rich experiences and I'm blessed with an adventurous man cub.

Thanks for dropping by and please return for the ongoing adventures of the Robinson Boys.