Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Gift of Thought

When I was much younger I loved a particular episode of Mork and Mindy. It grew on me and re-surfaced as an adult.


Mork gives some well-intended but loathsome gifts one Christmas episode. He gets ridiculed by the mean-girl character and asks what he did wrong?


He's told he did nothing wrong, that it is the classic "thought" behind the gift that is important.


Mork, being an alien, misunderstands and takes them literally. He tells them he can give them an actual "thought". He makes a funny noise and all 3 support characters reveal some wonderful thought they were brought back to. Mindy remembers a lost dog returning. The dad remembers holding his infant daughter for the first time. You get the idea.


I'm not Mork, but I thought I had come close.


When I listen to music, something sometimes happens. I'm probably not unique in this, but certain songs on certain days can almost transport me back to an earlier moment in my life. I can't control the association and they are not all good ones. I've started a trend on Twitter called "#MINDTRAVEL where you tell people the song and the forever-association you have attached to it. I'm making up the rules as I go but I post updates when I think of any new rules.








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skit for SNL where man in video seems cool singing to hidden surveillance video of him buying weed. jurors sympathize with him.

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Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday.


What can I say? I have the best family and friends in all creation.


I woke to the smell of bacon and knew I was in for a great day. My wife woke up ahead of me and already walked our dog so I wouldn't have to get dressed right away to walk him!


I made my way downstairs and was pleased to see a few small wrapped boxes on the kitchen table. I pretended not to notice them as I accepted a big hug from the two of them already busy at work on a birthday breakfast.


"52" is a big year. Big as it has a connection with my son. "52" is what DC named their new universe right around the time he started getting interested in comics. They used "52" numerous times in Easter eggs on "The Flash", a show we used to bond over.


It's also how old my father was when he died.


I thought about that the other day.


No memory of my father, no matter where when or how, can be a memory of him older than I am right at this moment. I certainly don't feel as old as the image I have of my father. I don't know if I ever felt like a grown-up but that is the only type of memory I have of my father. Is as a grown-up. Any day now I could tease him and start saying: "Hey little guy". If he was still around.
Lunch is simple, but one of my favorites. Sausage with mashed potatoes and gravy.  I'm an easy date ;-)
The afternoon is mine to do with what I wish. Mainly I didn't want to have to do any housework so the family whipped around the night before. Not perfect, but tidy enough that I can sit and enjoy a game on Xbox free of guilt.