The Runtyun

She was born the same month that I was, forty years later though. When the excitement of the birth was over and the baby was clean and wrapped up in her birthing cloths, when I stopped feeling woozy and found a certain control over my emotions. The nurse handed me the cooing little bundle–my daughter.

She was warm in my arms. All I could see were her eyes, they were so big. I know that at only a few minutes of age there is not very much for a baby to reference, yet she looked straight at me and she had me. At the time I did not know the adventures that I would go through as a father. The things I would endure as a parent and man. At the time all I saw were eyes and a bright red pudgy face and a little bubble of saliva at the corner of her mouth.

I put her down on the birthing table and just stared. What had I done? This little creature, perfect with ten toes and ten fingers, one little head that looked too big for that little body. What had I done? I put my hand out to her to see what she would do. Nothing. I guess she could not see–being only few minutes old. My finger brushed her hand, she did not jump, but reached out and gripped my finger. She was strong!

She would have to be strong coming into the life I was involved in. We went through a few struggles before getting to the somewhat stable life we live now. During her toddler years she was very out going. Her smile in the morning was brighter than the sun at sunrise. It carried me through some of my darkest days.

Now she is so wise, yet strangely naive. She can understand things beyond her years, yet in another minute ask a question so innocent that I can only wonder. The Runtyun is growing into a fine person despite my parenting skills.

I have stumbled through this whole parenting experiment and you know what? She is doing pretty well despite me.


Monday, August 27, 2018

Road trip in August

I was all set to write something deep and profound. That’s a laugh! 

I am out here, at a place on the Blue Ridge Parkway enjoying the morning sun listening to some music and hearing the sounds of nature. Truly, I came out here to take a few pictures and try to Recenter my view. If I was a mechanical tool, I would call it realignment, A computer reboot.

I envy those who find energy in being sociable. So many people find  vitalization with interaction. I am not one of them, though sometimes I wish I was. I find people taxing. Give me the sound of the Milwaukee V-twin and wind rushing past my ears (with ear plugs, don’t you know), and a destination ahead and I feel the stress was fall off my back with the wind of the road. 

As the morning opens to a new day the sounds of life begin to filter in. Cars and bikes in the background, kids mulling and laughing, dew drops splashing against tin gutters. The sounds of of daily life fill the emptiness from an hour ago. The world is stirring to life in a slow vacation like way.

I think I’ll take a short nap now.



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