New entry in my Kilt blog 9/21/2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Old Fools Journal: The Feeding Frenzy or More dumb stuff about the kittens. Plus it's Fathers Day, something that is easy to become but not easy to be.

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function”
Garrison Keillor

On the other hand perhaps the function of kittens is to cause us to see and feel life.  Being not so much a wise man and more of a foolish man I don't know.  I do know that watching them makes me feel good so it is probably a sin in most organized religions and the government would make it illegal if it could because it is addictive and leads to harder stuff.

After a meal they seem to need a little exercise so they have converted the old plywood I have down to kill the weeds in the Okra bed that I did not plant.

In my life cats come and go.  I remember a few the that were exceptional but the rest are lumped together in my collective memory. Meanwhile they are "Life in Action".

We are missing our young yellow cat that I called "Dos Amarillos" named for the view from his rear. SWMBO called him "Durb".  He fell out of a tree onto the roof of the back porch a few nights ago and we haven't seen him since.

Today being fathers day I am remembering my dad but he is beyond the end of the nearest telephone line so I won't be calling.  I wish I could. I would ask him a few questions about his level of satisfaction at being a dad.  I am not happy with mine and I'm fairly certain that he was not happy with his even though his was without flaw to me.

Picture was taken in the very early '40's probably.

I remember my biological father as well but since he wasn't around there is not much to remember.

A post was not planned for today but I guess I was more in the mood than I thought. The rest of the day will be spent reading, remembering and thinking.  The thinking part scares me so little of that will be done.

When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.— Mark Twain


Dizzy-Dick said...

No one except my wife wished me a happy father's day, so let me pass it along by wishing you a happy father's.

Shadowmoss said...

You had a regular WWF extravaganza going on that plywood. I like the kitten stories and videos.

Your Dad was one good looking man.

Emmy said...

Happy Father's Day, Oldfool


One of your blogging daughters

Anonymous said...

In what way were you less than satisfied with your fatherhood? Are we talking healthy humility or deep regret?

Well-meaning and dear people tell me I'll be a great dad (due in the fall). I'm sure I'll find lots of joy, but I also anticipate feeling the sting of every failing, missed opportunity, and outright fuck-up. Self-satisfaction is problematic as a lover, friend, and I don't suppose fatherhood is any different.


Oldfool said...

DD-thanks and same to you. I did hear from my biological daughter.
SM-Pop was a good looking guy.
Emmy-Yes you are but more like grand daughter. You lightened my heart with your words.
**Less satisfied, not because I did wrong but because in retrospect I wish I could have done better. I know in my head I did the best I was capable of but I am dissatisfied with that.
Self-satisfaction is problematic as a lover, friend, and I don't suppose fatherhood is any different
You have that right my friend.

Chandra said...

Happy Belated Father's Day, Richard!
Your words are so true: "...something that is easy to become but not easy to be."

Peace :)

Joey said...

I wrote about my late Daddy on my blog.....

My biological Dad died a few years ago. My sister called to tell me, and I couldn't think of a thing to say. I did not cry... I didn't know how to feel. I never knew him either.

I do a lot of thinking too. And then I garden in between thinking.


Oldfool said...

Joey: Gardening is good. Dirt under the fingernails clarifies the mind.

Not knowing about my biological father puzzles me as well. I don't know how to feel so I just have kind of an empty spot. That is not good as it is a large empty spot.

Gunnar Berg said...

I'm back. ;-)

Wartime Housewife said...

Sorry to be commenting so late! Any decent parent worries at some level about not being a decent parent. My father decided to stop being one when I was very young and, if I'm truly honest, I still haven't worked out what fathers actually DO. My former partner, though a decent man, wasn't much good at it either!

I very much see one of my principal jobs to be bringing up my two boys to be good men, trusted friends, loving husbands and decent fathers. If they can be those things, they won't have much else to worry about.

We rarely know the wider repercussions of our actions and there are certainly things that have happened in my life that I would not have been able to cope with if I hadn't had certain piles of shit to shovel earlier on.

I could get very hippy about all this and ask how do we know that we're not exactly the parents our children need? But I shall hold back!

I send you retrospective love for Father's Day from England.

Radiostar said...

Old Fool, You always write something that touches me. The Father thing is a case in point, I think many males find expressions of affection difficult to our fathers and in turn to our male children. I know my Dad loved me, as it happened he was not my biological father, I was the result of a wartime quickie, for which I judge nobody, The Mother and Father I never knew. My Dad, the guy that brought me up, loved me, I knew that even though it was never put into words. Likewise Me with my son. Sometimes I just want to hug him, but I hold back, Quite possibly he feels the same way, But Hey, we are British, we need to keep a sense of decorum and propriety, so it never has and probably never will happen.
But in answer to Wartime Housewife, who asks what exactly Dads do.They are just there.! Mainly for when it all hits the fan, Call Dad, Need some money? Call Dad. Need something fixing, Call Dad. Sadly I can't do that anymore, It is my turn now. Just hope I made the grade. Stay well my friend, Tim the radiostar