CALL ME SNAKE

I’ve done some complaining in these pages but now I’m trying to focus on the positive. On Wednesday, I wrote about my “Lucky Day,” which stemmed in large part from getting a free bottle of sparkling apple cider from my normally overpriced grocery store. But how can I complain about “free”? When it comes to prices, free works for me just fine.

Today is another experment in my new “Moral/Emotional Uplift Series.” I won’t tell you about any natural disasters, or the horrible war in the Mideast, or the misdeeds of Republicans in federal government. Maybe I’ll save that for tomorrow, but none of that today. Instead I’m going to tell you a little story. Well, it’s not actually a story. I guess it’s more of an anecdote really. You can decide for yourself, because here it is. And pay attention because it’s very short; if you blink you could miss the whole thing.

I dropped my three-year-old off at preschool this morning. I stuck around for a few minutes while she painted and did a few puzzles. Then I said goodbye. “Have a great day, Dad,” she said, which kind of blew me away. I sure don’t want to let her down, so I’m going to have to do that. My weekly handball game is at 5 pm and there’s not too many hours before then for things to go really south on me (sorry to any friends from the south who resent that expression), so I think I just might live up to the incredible pressure she’s put on me. Dammitall, that girl is right. And smart beyond her years. I AM going to have a great day.