Retrospectives
This is the time of year set aside for retrospectives.
I can’t really see the point in them, myself.
In particular, the sports crowd seem to go mad at the end of the year telling us all the great things that happened. Padraig Harrington did well at golf. Ireland did well at cricket. So what? Congratulations to all concerned, but if you are interested in these things you’ll remember them anyway. And if you’re not interested, then why do you need to be reminded?
Maybe the one exception is retrospectives about Bertie and Harney. Salt needs to be rubbed in the wounds. And for some obscure reason, the Irish electorate have the memory span of a goldfish. Which, of course means that they’ll have forgotten about the retrospectives by next week.
A lot of things have happened to me in the last year. Some of them, I’ll remember, but most I’ll forget because they’re not important. And frankly, I don’t particularly want to remember the unimportant things. They are junk cluttering up my memory. So I don’t want to be reminded of them.
There are a few highlights that I want to remember. I will remember them because I have tangible reminders, like photographs, or files on my computer.
Unfortunately though, one of my big highlights has no written record. There are no photographs. It was a fleeting moment in time that was spontaneous and unwitnessed.
I won’t forget it though.
It was the moment Puppychild flung her arms around me for a big hug.
Then she softly ran her little fingers through my beard and whispered
"That’s gorgeous"
Aw! You’re an oul softie Grandad! 😉
Don’t remind me. It’s my one weakness.
That’s a real gem, Grandad. Thanks for sharing it
Here’s to lots more happy (senior) moments in 2008! 😀
What the world needs now is… Hugs, Big Hugs!
Grandad I read this blog post today and thought of you.
http://imagineomit.blogspot.com/2007/12/ephemera-pipe-dreams.html
Grannymar – I couldn’t agree more. There’s nothing like a hug [unless it’s from a bear].
That’s a lovely post. Ah! The good old days when a shag was a shag.
She scared the holy granola out of me earlier when she dissapeared from the road (again). I wandered up and down and around the entire housing estate searching for half an hour, then stood forlornly in front of the house wondering what to do.
A woman far away shouted to me and asked if I was looking for a little girl, so I went over.
Turns out my little precious had found a little boy so had broken into his house to play with him. She must get that from TAT! I’ll have to be REALLY careful with that kid later.
Awwwwww.
My favorite puppychild story is when she said “Fweeze.”
K8: Like Mommy like Daughter?
“I’ll have to be REALLY careful with that kid later.”
I’d be much happier if you were really careful NOW.
Have you thought about electronic tagging? You can use one of TAT’s?
Or have you tried telling her not to wander?
Or you can do as we used to do and tie a rope around her neck?
Sixty – I don’t know which I worry more about!
Can’t beat the sproggies for catching you unawares. My youngest gives amazing hugs and informs me that I am her “best daddy”. Makes you feel all warm inside while also going “huh, wait, I’m the only daddy?”.
Oh, K8, don’t worry, when I was 3 I woke up to find my mum out, so I opened the front door and went off to the corner shop, firmly convinced that that was where she was. I was very put out when the proprietor could not inform me of her whereabouts. I’m still here 🙂
The one that worries me is when I’m in a shop and a strange child looks at me and cries “Daddy” in delight. I always yell back “I told you not to tell anyone!”. I’ve been barred from quite a few shops.
Have a great new year Grandad…..best of luck n all that…..
Have a wonderful 2008 Grandad. I’m on my travels now for the next year but I’ll be keeping an eye on HeadRambles. Have a good ‘un.
And you all have a good one too 😉