Thursday
July 17, 2014
Smart Bears, Angry Rats
Good memoriesMy children sat down on either side of me on the couch in our living room. They both punched me at the same time.
"What?" I
asked.
"The mice are
sick," my son said. "Why did
you make the store-bought mice sick?"
"To show that when
you cut corners, suffering follows."
"What about Brown
and Grey?"
"My plan is for
them to live happily ever after."
"You
promise?" my daughter asked.
"I do."
She smiled. "I
like things that have ended well. No
matter what happens, you still have those examples of better times. Grandpa is a little sad now, but nobody can
take away the sixty-two years he spent with Grandma."
My son rolled his eyes
and punched me on the shoulder again.
"The mice die, you die," he said.
"He's right, you
die!" my daughter added. They
attacked, and I fought back. I could
almost hear my mother saying "no rough-housing inside!" I missed her. She could be tough as nails,
but I had good memories of how'd she laugh and laugh when she couldn't stay
mad.
When I kicked the
coffee table, my wife poked her head into the living room and said, "No
wrestling in the living room!"
She tried to look
angry, but she couldn't help but smile at the three of us.
Today I will be grateful for good times I've
had, and good times I'm having.
Smart Bears, Angry Rats (c) 2014 by Ken Montrose
g-NAts
Sleep
"I can't
sleep," a voice said. It took me a
second to realize the voice belonged to my son.
"You woke me up to
tell me that?"
"I thought you'd
want to know."
"Well if you can't
sleep, you might as well study for your History test," I said. Even in the dim light I could see in his
facial expression a lack of enthusiasm for this idea.
"Never mind,"
he said.
I waited fifteen
minutes before I checked on him. He was
fast asleep. In the morning he was his
usual upbeat self.
Today I will be grateful for a good night's
sleep.
(If I can't fall asleep, I will do something
I really don't want to, until I'm ready to sleep.)
g-NAts (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose
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