Friday, April 3, 2009

A father's wisdom


This week I stayed for a couple of days at mom and dad's. It is a perfect midway point for traveling from southern California to northern California. And it is an appreciated break for the road weary.

I spent all of yesterday morning packing and getting ready to leave on the final leg of my journey north. Dad was hanging out and talking to me a I packed. Dad's a talker, and has always been. He is less into conversation and more into lectures, diatribes, that sort of thing. I think it is for this reason that I cannot focus on someone talking at me for any longer than perhaps two minutes. Any longer than the two minutes and I start to drift off as I learned to years ago, into my own thoughts. An early defense mechanism. I learned to say "hmmm," and "really?" at appropriate intervals and get away with it most of the time. I was doing this while he talked at considerable length on a variety of topics.

But then it got interesting. For those of you who are skittish, stop reading here.

He started on the topic of Bucharest. He wanted to know what I had thought of it while I was there a few years ago. Then he figured we should look it up in the dictionary (we look everything up in the dictionary--it is, I am pretty sure, my parents favorite book and what googling is to us now). He got waylayed by the definition of Buddhism instead. He read me that one. Then he started in on religion.

"You know, science and religion, really a lot of contentious sh@#, I figured it out a long time ago by realizing it was all bullsh*%. When Nanny (his aunt that took over his care after his mother passed when he was five) had her Unity meetings, she would just have every sit and clear the sh#$ out of their heads. You'd sit there with your palms up and release your toxic thoughts through one hand and receive the wisdom through the other. Just to empty yourself was what was important. There were no words for what filled you, you just got smarter. And if you didn't get the toxic sh#$ out it would create an imbalance in your system. That doctor Jarvis and the herbalists would have you change your acid balance to fix it but I would just use tums. It clears it out.

Anyway, Nanny was really helpful for people to just sit and be quiet and this one lady was really into it and started asking some pretty serious questions about the meaning of what she was understanding which you really can't think about because it can't be put into words. Yes, she was like that for awhile until she met this 21 year old Indian man with a really big dick and she stopped worrying about it so that was pretty good."

Yeah, that sounds about right. I was laughing all the way home. I am actually still laughing. Totally my dad. That story perfectly expresses my father. He is a trickster of sorts.

Lucky I found my Indian...(old man is part Navajo)...!

2 comments:

ms. changes pants while driving said...

ohmygosh. i LOVE it! that sounds like my uncle. he's about 74. he'll be telling a story, giving advice, whatever, and then BAM! something about penis or tits.

can i say that on your blog?

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I know we talked about this--your dad and my dad? Same!