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second
childhood
7 november
2005
I think it’s my
second childhood. I would enjoy the carefree innocent days
and nights, the laughter, the lack of serious responsibility
going on right now, I would feel the weight of adulthood
lifted from my shoulders if this were actually being
experienced by me. But it’s not. It’s Amy who's having my
second childhood.
She has
blown through the first season of Gilligan’s Island on DVD
and is well into the second. And “well into” puts it best,
I think, because she is riding the ups and downs of
Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire and His Wife, the
Movie Star, the Professor and Maryanne, with deep
engagement. She’s much more of a fan than I ever was, and
yes, I’m giving myself a compliment there. Her enthusiasm
is fun to watch. My daughter is not sophisticated when it
comes to 60’s sitcoms. She’s not sophisticated when it
comes to 50’s sitcoms either. She believes Ricky and Lucy
have lives as thrilling as those of Our Castaways. But
then, hey, when did such a thing as sophistication ever rub
up against sitcoms?
She is
also enjoying herself as a football player. She’s played
some defense, caught some passes, and put her heart into the
game. She has fans who come and stand on the sidelines to
watch and cheer her on. This is the childhood I
wanted. Dang.
When it’s
not TV or football, it’s trucks. Pick-up trucks. We’ll be
out driving somewhere and she’s pointing out the “sweet
rides” that go by. She’s fourteen and chomping at the
driver’s license bit.
Some
orthopedic surgeons will be chomping on her with scalpels
next week as she undergoes surgery that we hope will help
with making her right arm and leg more usable. Those limbs
could come in handy for things like driving.
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In
other developments, if you’ve ever paid any attention to
this journal you know that I’ve slowed down way lots. I’m
pretty much constantly exhausted. Life just gets real huge
sometimes and it’s gone and done that over the last year or
so. All my creative and emotional energy has been spent on
big head-thwapping stuff that goes on in real life, stuff
that’s thwapped me so much I can’t even get much of a
writing handle on it, so formidable has been its
thwapposity. So I think I’ll be wrapping it up come the
end of the year, which is just a few ticks away now, idnit.
The evaporation of Evaporation.
The good
news is I won’t be disappearing from the innernets. I’m
working on a presence in a somewhat different form, one that
won’t be as close to the bone as I think these journal
things should be. There’ll be more about that later.
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