I received the crown I wrote about yesterday and was given the opportunity to revisit the question of whether I like the taste of my own blood.
The answer is…it is fine.
Doesn’t bother me though given my druthers I’d rather not get to sip on it but when you don’t always get a choice.
Sometimes they give you a crown while they take wisdom from you and even the laughing gas doesn’t prevent you from hearing the dentist murmur something about your tooth being stubborn.
I found it to be a fitting description and though how I would have written about it in 2006 against today.
My biggest fan would have had several comments and questions about the lack of details and I would have shrugged my shoulders.
Could I give more details about the process?
Why yes I could and if I was to be asked I might or might not.
Never know with me, you might find me debating between Donny Osmond and Weird Al Yankovic birthday cards while wondering who pitches these fine folks on this sort of opportunity.
Had several conversations with the Silver man that reminded me of what happens when you can talk about anything and everything for hours.
It is a magical sort of thing and sometimes people forget or hold back for a variety of reasons.
In the last and most recent dream I heard a guy call out “Mr. Percy” and remembered the days when he worked on helping Joe and Moussa start an insurance agency.
Always struck me as kind of funny to hear him referred to that way.
Sometimes they would pause and exchange a line in Persian and resume the conversation.
Grandpa would occasionally respond by telling them he could speak in “Jewish” and they could avoid English altogether. He was generally kidding or so I took it.
Looking back now I wonder how hard it must have been for Joe and Moussa as it had only been a few years since the Shah had been deposed and they hadn’t been here very long.
If Mr. Percy were here today I would probably think of the expression as sounding very southern and make a comment about how many Aces he is holding in his hand on the business card.
That reminds me of my other grandfather and one his friends who was affectionately known as ‘Humpy’ and yes, he had a hump.
“Humpy” had a series of colorful skills that I may leave for a different post but multiple aces, well that reminds me of him.
Something about the line of thought has me thinking of Michael Schrier who wasn’t related to any of the people in this story on a blood or family level.
Not sure what made me think of him, might have been something about art and a question I would have asked but Michael is gone now too so there is no one to ask or answer me.
Some of those stories are becoming more frequent. I read posts from bloggers who talk about their deceased wives and or husbands and remember other happier tales from not so long ago.
Maybe I ought not complain about my mouth starting to feel a little sore because that can be taken care of with ease whereas some of these other things could not.
Grandpa would say the same for certain and though it matters not I wish I could remember the last time Joe & Moussa called out for “Mr. Percy” or screwed up his name and called him “Silverman.”
He wasn’t particularly bothered by it but he did tell me details are important.
When College Kids Get Covid
Wasn’t surprised to start hearing about Covid making a run through the dorms or that the university doesn’t have the same protocols in place as they once did.
Wasn’t surprised to hear about some students and parents not taking it seriously either. Some of them aren’t vaccinated so I think they are playing with fire with some of this but that is where we are at now.
Reminds me that so much of life is based upon how you interpret Teddy’s words. They are meaningful to me but I do not see them in as being black or white though there may be moments when that is enough.
For me the basic approach is to remember we only get to ride the carousel horse one time and so you have a limited number of chances to grab that brass ring.
You either go for it and see what happens or accept that you didn’t have it in you to reach a little big higher.