A Cool Age

Scout is at a cool age. Everything about her changes almost from day to day. One month she jabbers, then out of nowhere - POW - she talks. It's like having a Parrot. I say it, and she repeats it. And what a vocabulary she is developing: bye, cheese, pleeze, eye, nose, and my two favorites, Papa and "I love you". She has been saying "Papa" for a month or longer, but this last week I became convinced she really does know it is me. You talk about a great feeling. To know your granddaughter knows you - it doesn't get any better than this! She might as well have memorized the PIN number to my bank account. I am Play-Doh, and I kinda think she knows it!

who would have ever thought...

I remember a line from the old Ray Stevens song, "When You Get A Haircut". It went, "I'm a logger. Just up from Coos Bay, Oregon. Quite possibly the toughest man in the world." It was a song about a man who needed a haircut and went into a pretty weird barber shop, where suddenly he felt a little insecure about his manhood, so he came out with those words. I can identify with ole Ray. I don't feel insecure about my manhood, but I do feel insecure. Why? As of today... I'm a blogger! Just up from Atari and Texas Instruments. Quite possibly the most computer illiterate human to ever blog! But hey, I'm game if you are.