Neanderpundit

The Ogs have never been spread so far and wide.

Gramma Og, creeping up on 70, never been more than one state away from home, picked up week before Mom’s day and left for California. My Aunt Roseanna went with her. Two tough old broads on a quest, sort of Thelma and louise on geritol. God love and keep ’em both.

The Ogwife is in Canada, attending an HS reunion

The Oglet is with her girl scout troop, on her first “solo” campout (she’s with sixteen GS mothers, 38 other girls and they are sleeping in sleeping bags in a cabin)hey, it’s a big adventure when you’re 9.

And, I’m in Arkansas, as I write this, getting my shit in one sock to come home. By tonight, God willing, all but Gramma will be home again, home again, jiggity jig. Gramma will be gone at least another month.

A lot of travelling for flatlanders.

but I won’t do that.

Look around you at the ones you love.

Ever think to what lengths you’d go for them?
Would you fight to defend them? Probably.
Would you take a life to defend them? Most likely.
Would you die if it meant they stayed healthy? I suppose so.
Would you willingly give a kidney/other organ or part thereof to help them in time of need? Lots of people do everyday. Would you walk away from your relationship with your loved ones if it meant their improved well-being? Perhaps you would even be strong enough to do that.

I think, what would I not do for my child, my wife? then, like a bag of hammers, it falls on me.

Would you stop smoking? would you eat less, exercise more? Would you be more devoted to your employer so as to improve your financial lot (and therefore, your child’s)? Would you make a point of being home on time to have dinner with your family? Would you put up with your wife/husband’s carping just a bit more so as to maintain harmony at home for your children?

It isn’t the heroic deeds that your loved ones need, it is the small, everyday sacrifices that count. Or, better put, the ones you love need your heroisim in tiny ways, every day.

No, not the folks I’m working with, though they have their moments… I’m in a hotel full of the special, partaking of a special olympics event nearby.

Unlike the folks who I have previously referred to as retards, these folks are full of decorum and an astonishing grace.

All apologies.

Henceforth the folks whom had earned the term “retard” will be referred to as “fuckknuckles”. None of them are up to the level of your garden variety retard, from what I see.