dumpster diving and lighter than air
Posted: November 28, 2012 Filed under: figures of speech, history, pearls of wisdom | Tags: delivering papers, dumpster diving, grouch, grump, history, morning, my history, pizza 28 CommentsPaper bags loaded, we step into the early winter morning. The girls arose earlier to count, sort and bag the papers, but though they shoulder the big packed bag bringing each paper to the porch or storm door, Mom and Dad don’t let a ten and a twelve walk their separate dark routes alone.
I accompany the notorious morning grouch ( a younger me ) and each step squeaks protest, a cold statement against the quiet morning. Every exhale a frosty cloud, as I offer light conversation. Like the ice crystals we exhale, each word vanishes, melted by her fierce glare beneath a furrowed brow. We move from house to house, past trash cans and pizza boxes placed out the night before. We walk her route in a furious, but comfortable silence.
“You hungry?”
“Hmmmph!”
“Oh look, there’s a pizza box. I can check for a piece. Would you like sausage or pepperoni? Maybe they left a bagel or a french fry.”
“Mmmmph!” Warmer, behind a hint of a smile.
All the houses and cans we pass bring another menu, and soon smiling she offers me culinary advice. Each step for me still breaks through the crust of snow as it protests, but I see paper bag half emptied she steps lightly across the hardened snow crust without leaving a trace.
May you always step lightly.
I like to use humor when my girls are grumpy. Sometimes, they just get so stubborn and refuse to smile-then they hear mom or dad say something they don’t expect and cannot help BUT to break a smile-you are almost as cheeky as me 🙂
isn’t it funny when they are grumpy because they are hungry and you tell them to eat something, and they grudgingly do — and they feel better, and know it, and are trying to not admit it helped?
that still cracks me up!
do you feel better ?
NO!
but we know they do! and a few minutes later they are happy.
I sent your gas video to my daughters under the title of “relationship advice” —
Lol! Did you? What was her reaction??
my oldest called last night and we had a great conversation about memorable moments, like when you have one under the covers and you move the covers and it escapes, or when you are in the elevator happily gassing away and someone gets in, and you know they know….. ( smile )
Aren’t those the best moments? When my youngest was only a couple months old, and my oldest was not quite three, my brother and I went shopping at the mall together. I took the double stroller (big mistake) We end up having to take the elevator at all the major department stores-and every single time those doors closed I would…(you know-let one) my poor brother (he is so modest and polite) I always ask him if he wants to go on the elevator with me-he just says-no thanks 🙂
like the guy in the video — terrorized! ( smile )
I have soo many stories 🙂
( laughing ) I might have one or two…
I bet you have like 10 🙂
I spent many years among rugby players, men who lived hard and farted harder.
haha- 🙂
Ah, c’mon. Share some of your PO’d moments so that we’ll know you’re a mere mortal like the rest of us. Or are you? ;-D!
Russ
you mean like the time I sent one of my daughters to her room for three thousand years without coming out?
Yeah! How’d that work out for you? (I already know how it worked out for her.)
My wife and I gave up on giving long-term punishments to our children because we noticed that pretty soon the primary people being punished were us! Plus, if they figure their lives are over anyway, there is no further deterrent or threat that works. It’s kind of like the poor souls on Death Row, if they do something else bad, what more can the prison do to them?
We learned the hard way to give short consequences that they really hated. I’ll bet you ended up doing the same thing.
Ironically, one of the most effective consequences turned out to be to have them simply sit in the hallway without anything to keep them busy. The boredom was sheer torture for them and it didn’t take long for them to to almost anything to avoid it. What amazed me is the age range of the kids it worked on! And sleeping wasn’t allowed. The time started over again if we caught ’em sleeping. We were mean, awful, parents back then. Somehow they all survived it and became wonderful adults despite our best efforts. ;-D!
Russ
Russ, I can’t figure out how my kids got so hard headed ( laughing ) – I remain convinced parents do the best they can, and kids are OK in spite of us.
I echo the “good dad” sentiment. You definitely are. This was a sweet story. 🙂
thanks CC — I think parents just do the best they can.
I never write about my PO’d moments ( smile )
I never delivered papers but I delivered pizza! (I think I made a loss with all the speeding fines I attracted!)
( smile ) no speeding on foot, but the colder it was the faster we walked.
Well that makes sense 🙂
What an awesome experience, and how wonderful you are there for her Dad! Gosh I remember helping my uncle with his route, we walked it in bad weather but rode bikes when we could boy those papers were heavy on those handlebars! Thanks for the memories.
thanks Len — doesn’t company make it so much better?
yes it does! have a blessed beautiful day!
You’re a good dad.
Thanks Diana — It seems that everyone does their best.
IMy mom used to always threaten me with a child as grumpy as me in the mornings when I was small ( smile ) and it came true!
It would seem you outgrew it!
grrr…..
I still tend to moody ( smile )