Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Canceled classes and golden mufflers

There is not much to report on the team front. Buddy was keeping a low profile yesterday as he dove back into his school work. Believe it or not, he was annoyed when his Monday evening class was canceled due to the professor's illness. The days of desiring a snow day, teacher education days, and pandemic outbreak of swine flu are over. He actually wants to go to class....yet, I have to check into this one. My immediate analysis for his anger include the following reasons:
1. he walked to class and expected a class. The exertion of getting to a distant campus building needed to be rewarded by the chance to sit in the back row and take a nap.
2. he actually did his homework and wanted to surprise the teacher by turning it in on time.
3. he enjoys the class.....
I am going to rule out number 3. Perhaps his 'saltiness' was due to a combination of the first two possibilities.

I have known this kid for a number of years. There is usually a reason for his responses and reactions. Some of them are based on ethical and moral grounds....others are not...For example, I will never forget the day when he told me that he wanted to be a member of the clergy....He was sitting in the back of the car as we drove to the convenience store. He was in first grade and solemnly stated..." when I grow up, I want to be a priest..." As I nearly drove into a barrier, I quietly asked him about his "vocation" at the age of seven. He responded that they only work one day a week..on Sundays....hmmmm...7 years old and looking for a job where he only has to work one day a week. There is some budding critical thinking in that little mind....His calling lasted a week, then he wanted to be a fireman. By the time he was in 5th grade, religion and putting out fires were behind him; he wanted to be a major league baseball player.

Now his goal is to join the major leagues and pitch in the World Series. This works for me....don't these pitchers make big money? Let's dream a bit....OK, he signs a contract for let's say... $15 million dollars. In all honesty, a person only needs a few million to make it through life (especially with the current price of gas). So, with the extra $13 million, he could do a great deal of good with it. Build schools in Africa and Haiti, donate to Habitat for Humanity, establish scholarships for underprivileged kids, and buy a new muffler for Tink's car.

Why do I bring up the muffler? Well, after her accident last week, we got the repair bill. It seems that mufflers are made of gold and studded with diamonds, 'cause I gotta pay $2500.00 for a new one. With the old one, we can turn it into a planter and place it on the deck with pretty petunias in it. Or, I can wrap it up for her birthday. Another thought is to place it strategically in her Easter basket....A lasting memory.....

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