The following list are things that I really really loved to do as a kid – really looked forward to it to the point I couldn’t sleep the night before out of anticipation — that I could really care less about now:
- Read the baseball box scores.
- Fishing (actually hate the idea of killing or hurting fish).
- Read the comic pages.
- Comic books.
- War movies.
- Watch college basketball.
Things that I still love to do as much as a kid:
- Shoot baskets.
- Board games (classics).
- Riding a bike.
- Passively listen to wise/smart people in conversation (sitting at the grown ups table).
To be continued.
Here is a guy willing to break his own self-centered brother he loves to get a favorable ruling, who strings old people along to manipulate the sh*t out of them, who is a true con man – but also a guy who will go to extreme lengths to restore a lonely old woman’s friendship with his friends and who cares for his brother. He is a complicated guy and it is all very believable. Love it.
My family teased each other, but not in a fun way. Instead, it was in a way where everyone laughed except the person being teased, who felt like sh*t. When my grandpa made gravy that turned out too thick, we mocked him ruthlessly for years. When my cousin locked himself out of the house naked by accident (long story), that also was a ruthless mocking for years. Again, it wasn’t lighthearted – it was fairly ruthless and mean spirited in a “teasing” way. I took that with me to school – the teasing and the mean comments and the tolerating other people teasing me. And I ended up with friends who teased each other ruthlessly and rarely (never) stood up for one another or complimented one another. It took me at least 10 or 20 years into adulthood, but I was able to shed that instinct of teasing. Thank goodness. I am thinking of this right now as I think of how when my great uncle passed away in 1985, and the family was upset, and I was mocking them for caring. “Like any of us should be surprised the old fart died,” I kidded my mom at one point. Crazy. I can’t imagine doing that now.
I am pretty certain that if our 12 year old yellow lab were human right now, he’d be wandering around the neighborhood in his pajamas and slippers, he is that confused. Which reminds me of the time my elderly great uncle was playing cards with us when I was 19 or 20 – he was slightly confused during game play, so to tease him I turned my cards around so he could see them, knowing he’d still give me the cards I needed (we were playing gin or 31 or something where one player can benefit from an opponent’s discards). Sure enough, my uncle discarded a card that I needed to win and the table erupted with laughter as I won. I feel badly about that now, 30 years later, watching our confused old dog – it is mean, even in good spirits, to tease someone who is old and confused. We should feel nothing but sympathy for them, and soon enough that will be me (if I am lucky enough to live that long).
THis morning’s NYT mentions Buffett is bailing out a Canadian mortgage lender, China’s banks may face financial difficulties and US banks are going stress tests. It might be coincidence or my imagination but I’m thinking that worries about banks are creeping int othe papers – yikes.
I had a productive day at work. I cleaned the bathrooms. I am watching TV. I’m very tired. Not muc to report today. 🙂
Wife M stumbled upon an Amaon TV show called The Patriot, which follows a young depressed CIA operative. A dark comedy, and wonderfully entertaining and humorous. Have binge watched nearly 4 episodes the last two days and am going to bed later than I’d like 😦 :). Co-Stars the lawyer father from Old School and the controlling father from Dead Poets Soceity, and they and all stars are well cast.