MooPig Story Teller's Minute :: "This is my Riff on Babushka"

Let’s call this one the Babushka's Paradox.
Re-run Son of a Gun Pat Darnell  |  OCT 20, 2015  |  Bryan TX

If I have many thoughts roaming in my head while I watch the grass grow in Bryan/College Station, and I feel that any action I take will require money, I simply do not take any action. If I feel the action is warranted then maybe I will act, and if it is pending with danger Post-its all over it, then I will have to act regardless.

This is the definition of my tension, and stress. My life as married man is: commiserating with corollary of need and accomplishment. Sustenance of the married man: sex shat shower shave, and after that limerick of self-preserving, the toil is in finding tricks for staying ahead of the children and pets in their constant shape shifting and urges to emerge.

Babushka was in turmoil because her accomplished ability of preparing for the needs of the present bled over into her future on a tragic basis. She would clean house, organize and prepare for the event to be, but to a degree of neglect of self. I know all mature parents know what I am speaking of.

Because Babushka never factored in the need to sleep after toiling over floors, cabinets and recipes, she fell asleep and missed the camel train to Bethlehem. Our wise men were reticent to wake her the next morning, and left at sun up without her. She then arrived too late to see the swaddled newborn son of man, as she just missed them in their flight from genocide.

It turns out, my present and future plan is to continue as a bureaucrat ossifying in my own bona fide capacity. I will regard my toil as the continued management of the project of married male with children, dog and companion. The bones we pick over now will assuredly be of use to others in the future. I very much look forward to fully confusing readers in the near past, with my spectrum of waiting, watching and pretty much being what I have been.

You see all the projects will have been completed in the multiplicity of our time traveling. So I am not stressed as before about finishing all the tasks, rather I ponder the completion of dreams through the children. >>pd