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Escaping the Mower

The other day I was out with The Boy and we decided to mow the lawn. It’s sort of fun too. He pushes along side of me and we have a good time doing it.

We got about half of the yard done and I noticed a large moth just sort of hanging out in the grass right in the path of the mower. I stopped the mower and and he asked why.

“We should help this moth out of the way,” I say. I was thinking this is a great way to teach him how to be nice and respect nature and all that other stuff we’re supposed to impart as parents.

We raised some butterflies earlier in the year and he got a kick out of that, so he scrunches down next to me and gets a good look at the moth. He didn’t want to hurt it, so I picked it up. It was didn’t fly away instantly so The Boy got a chance to hold it gently in his palm anyway. He plopped it back into my hand and I tossed it into the air.

It fluttered away aimlessly and then a sparrow came out of nowhere and ate the damn thing. The Boy and I just sort of stared for a second and he said, “I guess we could have left him there.”

I laughed out loud and said, “Sometimes life bites you in the butt like that buddy.”

Yeah, two lessons in one shot. The first being the traditional, “Be nice and respect nature.” The second being, “Even if you escape the whirling blades of death, there can always be something just as bad just waiting for its chance.” I didn’t articulate that second lesson that grimly for The Boy, but I think the sparrow did an awesome job of doing it for me.

The lawn looks great by the way.

 

College Etiquette for Students

I work at a small university. The students are usually pretty nice, but I think there are perhaps a few areas they cold use some schooling in. I’ll cover a few at a time. I know they have other things that they need to study right now, so I’ll hit a few tidbits across a few posts so it can be absorbed in small chunks.

1. Since we’re speaking of chunks…If you feel the need to ‘deliver street pizza’ (AKA ralph, barf, technicolor yawn, etc.) after a long night of bingeing and there’s a choice between grass or the sidewalk, always choose the grass. I don’t need to see what you were eating last night people. A little consideration goes a long way here. and yick by the way.

2. If you feel the need to talk on the cell phone as we step into the elevator, don’t glare at me when I join in on the conversation. It’s a public area and if you’re going to be nattering away, so am I. Don’t expect me to stare politely at the doors while you annoy the living shit out of me.

3. Don’t send me copies of your spam. Yes, I know what it looks like. Hell, I even get some myself sometimes. We can’t catch it all but we try. If you keep sending me your spam after I explain all this to you, I know a guy (me) who can put the freaking kibosh to your ability to correspond with anyone.

There. That shouldn’t tax you too much for now. Go, enjoy the semester and do well.

Side note: I’ll be migrating my blog to here since I’ve figured out the three column thing in blogger. I’ll double post for a while so people like Ellie can strategically plan the bookmark change. I know it’s rough, but I understand your pain and I’m here to help.