pride, and/or, boys and their toys

My two tiny tornadoes (grandchildren aged 5 and 2) spent the weekend with us...

and both of them brought along their scooters.

grampa was at work when their daddy dropped them off, but because it was supposed to rain grampa had not driven his motorcycle to work and it was parked in the garage.

the tiniest tornado was thrilled. he loves grampa. and, he loves grampa's motorcycle, (how cool is it for a child to have a leather wearing motorcycle riding grampa?) so he was chattering non-stop about grampa and his motorcycle. meanwhile his daddy, his sister, and i moved suitcases from the car to the house.

and then daddy reminded him that his scooter was still in the trunk...

quick-smart he set his father right; "that's my motorcycle!" he said, and then danced at the back of the car until it was safely on the drive.  hours worth of seconds later he took his stance on it and, with a smile wider than his face, we were informed;

"i gonna park my mowercycle next to grampa's mowercycle!"

his grip tightened on the handlebars as he pushed off with his left foot and motored into the garage.

turning about proved to be a bit of work and frustration hinted at his brow when he noticed he didn't have his bike parked at quite the same angle as grampa's. tiny sighs issued forth as the bike was adjusted and readjusted to meet his specific qualifications...

after which came that beam of pride any woman can recognize but only a man can understand...

















and all was then right with the world...

perception

sometimes what you see is not what is there.

written words cannot convey the emotion coming from someone's fingers as they write them.
meaning whatever you read will be molded into something within your own thought pattern, be it good or bad, at the moment you are reading it.  next week when you read the same thing, you may find that it says something completely different.

and one day you may read something for the umpteenth time and suddenly your eyes open and you understand what was actually being said.

of late i have written many things for many reasons, all my own, regarding things that i perceive and how those experiences have affected me. but, i forgot that one true thing;  you will read what i have written according to your own eyes and experience in the same way that i will read what you have written according to mine.

this being said, differing perceptions usually won't matter on a large scale for petty or silly things. sometimes they can even create a welcome new look at something we see as mundane.  however, in serious matters they can be a hazard in the making.

attempting to create an environment wherein someone sees exactly what you see can create a series of misconstrued communications, and though you may remain happily unaware destructive thought patterns emerge within those who read.

and projects, work ethics, and even friendships are ruined...

because what i was saying was; i am worried about you, your frame of mind is not the same today as it was last month and that really scares me.

but what you heard was; i don't like what you are doing. fuck off.

a simple mis-communication  where nobody is at fault. but both parties lose....

the perception of words on a page can never encompass all that is really there...