And I’ve tried to learn their languages and customs
I am likely never going to fit in.
Sometimes when they are speaking fluent football,
Or discussing tools or technical sorts of things,
I ask them if they’ve heard of Dylan Thomas.
They ask about the music that he sings.
“Does anyone speak Dickenson?” No answer.
They’re too busy manning the remote.
“Would someone please go with me to see Shakespeare?”
They stuff fries and burgers down their throat.
Often they lie about like glutted lions.
And I would keep them company, although,
I’d like to talk to someone about paintings.
“Does anyone here understand? HelloOOo?”
The above was written at a time when my two daughters had married and left me home with a house full of guys all high school age or older. The situation has changed some, however I expect much screaming at flashing lights on the wall in the mancave this Sunday evening (Superbowl Sunday). I still wish there was someone around who spoke my language. And The Vikings were robbed.
Perhaps at lower altitudes and near the ocean in the Northern Hemisphere there are sightings of green leaves and signs of thawing.
But here on the western side of the Northern Rockies...just more snow.
In case you are wondering, the above photo is of a "center pivot." It is a sprinkler system that waters fields of crops like potatoes and wheat. This time of year it is just a promise of warmer days.
I managed to get my all-wheel-drive Subaru stuck up to its belly for this one. Stopping in the middle of an icy road is just stupid. When conditions are slick only a snowmobile can quickly maneuver around an object in the way. So I pulled off to the side into the snow--also stupid. But in a matter of minutes my folly had attracted a mom in her mini van taking kids to school, a big farmer in his pickup truck, and another fellow in a sedan. The guys shoveled out the icy snow, all got behind to push, I put Subaru in first gear and spinned and slud out of my predicament waving out the window to thank my rescuers as I pulled away.