tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post9086645881907330518..comments2024-03-28T12:29:39.157-07:00Comments on Graphic Firing Table: Don't disturb my circlesFDChiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-41904413660936662462007-08-06T15:12:00.000-07:002007-08-06T15:12:00.000-07:00AM: when they're yours every stone is like a bould...AM: when they're yours every stone is like a boulder. Believe me - and I'm the "casual" parent. I can't imagine what it's like to be my beloved wife.<BR/><BR/>W: Gotta have that calming sensibility from somewhere. Sadly, as often as I help my bride gain some "perspective" I infuriate her as I casually watch him do something she absolutely freaks out about. You may find yourself going there with DH - tough to find the right balance.<BR/><BR/>M: Yep. For some reason when I was writing this a scene from the old Hayley Mills "Pollyanna" movie popped into my head where Karl Malden (playing the minister) gets up and preaches this sermon punctuated by his enthusiastic cry of "Death Comes In An Instant!". It was funny in one of those not-funny ways, y'know? But the thing we try to hide even from ourselves, I think, is that it's true. Life, and death, can only be "managed" to a degree. And for some of us Death does come in an instant. Wierd fact: when researching the next post I came across an article that mentioned that Franklin Pierce's 11-year-old son died in a train crash that both he and his wife WITNESSED...<BR/><BR/>That's so horrible I can't even imagine how I'd deal with something like that. And yet people get handed stuff like it all the time.<BR/><BR/>How we make it to the grave ourselves still sane, I sometimes have no idea.FDChiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10607785969510234092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-72427706762252351382007-08-06T13:50:00.000-07:002007-08-06T13:50:00.000-07:00"Every plan is a prayer to Father Time," as it say..."Every plan is a prayer to Father Time," as it says in that Death Cab For Cutie song...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-13283879781396042092007-08-06T11:40:00.000-07:002007-08-06T11:40:00.000-07:00Oh, man,, I hadn't even started to think about dro...Oh, man,, I hadn't even started to think about drowning, choking, falling or drunk drivers.... Happily, I'm married to someone with your type of "why worry?" sensiblities - good balance for me the worry wart.walternativeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167908113161354616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246093.post-61540148488526497792007-08-06T10:15:00.000-07:002007-08-06T10:15:00.000-07:00I'm starting to understand about the rocks. And I ...I'm starting to understand about the rocks. And I think mine will be in the boulder category - no cobbles or pebbles.atomic mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10774585395868289309noreply@blogger.com