Serendipity

Pulling into the car park after work this morning and seeing a grand and rather large doe munching away on the grass strip. We looked at each other for a few minutes. She would take a bite..look at me..tilt her head and look some more and then take another bite. Finally she remembered that this was one of those running away situations..which she managed with a great deal of dignity and grace.

next month

we shall be talking about different mythologies..which is history to a degree? F or C degrees remains to be seen of course.

parenting

As some (many? most?) of you know, I am a father. That sounds like saying hello at a meeting. Hi,my name is bardi,and I am a father.

Being a da is an odd job. First of all, if you are honest you know you never get it done the way you wanted to. Many people talk about children as being our attempts at immortality. I've never really believed in that thought. I wanted my sons to grou up to be individuals and not copies of myself. In a way it worked I suppose. But some things you can't get away from.

THere are times when something I do reminds me of my da. Who was a great person to have on the work force, a grand husband by all accounts but not a bit lacking in the parenting department. Not from lack of love I am sure,at least while I was growing, just lacking in the parental skills department. But then da was a depression child which could have a lot to do with it.

And there are times that I see shimmers of my own good and bad points in the lads. No, I am not going to say which got what. And yes, I do have some good points. The good news is that the bad points seem more than a tad diluted for the most part,eh? Well, mostly.