Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Probably means I'm some kind of new age hippie psychobabble gobbling granola eating dope smoking freak but I kind of like this.
I usually take Jake to the bus and go on with the dogs for my morning constitutional. This morning I remember absent-mindedly grabbing one of the House Blond's hair bands off the seat of the truck and flipping my hair into a pony tail.
Jake: Dad, is that a pony tail? [grins]
TWC: Yeah [turns red]
Jake: Is that the one from the garage?**
TWC: No, don't be nutty.
Jake: Hippie. [TWC doesn't know what to make of this]
TWC: Yeah. I 'spose.
Jake: Dad, that is so cool. [TWC brightens at the approval then wonders what, exactly, is wrong with this picture]
TWC: [feeling twenty years younger] Walks an extra mile out into the ever golden hills that lie baking in the hot August sun, past the green of the creek bottom, past where the guy's red Toyota truck plunged to its death ala Twilight Zone.
So, there you have it.
**UPDATE: Years ago TWC hacked off his pony tail and stapled it to the wall in the garage. With the pony tail band still attached. Mrs TWC thought this might be evidence of instability. After they realized that it wasn't a small animal, my kids thought it was kind of interesting.
As Kenny G (not that Kenny G) used to regularly opine, context is everything. I blame the wine.
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