I’ve heard it’s all about ‘Location’. What ‘it’ is and where that ‘location’ is, well that’s a secret unknown to me. I’ve never claimed to have all the answers, or even how to find them. I have, however, discovered recently that taking a bubble bath is quite a thought provoking adventure that leads to questions and sometimes answers. It’s like all those popping bubbles whisper things, or maybe it’s just the wine. I digress.
We recently moved…again…for the 3rd time in 17 or so years. See, we were the stable parents living in the same place for years and then WHAM we’re pretending we’re gypsies with no firm roots to any one place. That’s not true. We really aren’t pretending. I never claimed to be a great parent, either. What’s with all this rambling today??? As I was trying to say…we moved. It’s been an adjustment for us all, but much more positive than I thought it was going to be.
Maybe that, too, is a lie. Maybe it’s not so positive that I’m deliriously giddy about the fact my kids are all scraped up. Again, no claims on great parenting. But they are in this condition because for the first time in their lives they are outside on bikes riding around with other kids more than they are inside watching TV or playing electronics. It’s like they’re real kids. Real kids who ride bikes. Real kids who come in sweaty and gross from a day of play. Real kids who laugh and fall down a lot. Real kids who learned to ride a bike when they were little and haven’t been back on them at length again until now so they keep flailing around like little drunk bicyclers. It’s pretty fucking awesome.
The lesson today kids is that Location really is everything. The only trick is you just gotta find yours. Hey! Didn’t I say I don’t have all the answers?
In Somnis Veritas 