I love the time when life holds a moment in timeless reflection. O.K.I am a Treky; spell check is confused about what I mean. This story is about my dad and the “Good life” I created around my life myth. i grew up when schools had milk in little cute bottles for play lunch and black & white t.v required fiddling with the horizontal hold. we must have damaged it by banging of the top. Temporal shift comes in here, I see do many people banging the mobile thinking it will fix a problem.
The childhood reflections that are like temporal time shifts, I have been carrying around dad’s flood damaged book! I don’t want to say my values are similar to dad’s but his parenthood had a subtle influence on my rebellion on many values on the importance of money and when to cut your losses.
I’m sure if Bill; (my book repair specialist) ever gets to read this, he will wonder how far I will go. Grief does strange things to people and now that both my parents are gone, and the family home has been sold and I’m 62, oops another temporal shift, damn I might be feeling that I will be facing my own mortality. If dad thought my fiscal management was bloody crazy before, restoring my book “The Smallholder Encyclopaedia” would be one of the things he would have thought I was crazy. I know I’m a comic/romantic. A combination now settling into my maturity of being able to think for myself.