What is the deal with "Sister Cities"? I read in the paper recently that my hometown, Portland, Oregon, has nine "sisters" scattered throughout four Continents. What actually transpires in these sibling relationships? Would Portland ever visit her sisters, sleep on their couches, eat all their food, and drink all their booze? Would all the sisters ever decide to go to France for a girls night out? If Portland asks Suzhou to be her maid of honor at her wedding, would Sapporo, Guadalajara, Bologna, and the rest be offended that they are just bridesmaids?
While we are on this subject, why is there no "Brother Cities"?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
War of Words
Another war of words breaks out between me and my 9 year old daughter, Rachel, over piano practice. With me haranguing her to persevere and not give up on the harder pieces, she counters by declaring that she doesn't have to do what she doesn't want to do. A few tearful rounds ensue, and in mid argument, she accuses me of rude inattentiveness. Instead of listening to what she is saying at the moment, she claims, I am just doing math problems in my head!
Rachel....dear, I am a Geezer Dad. I can't even keep my own cell phone number in my head, let alone solve long division.
Rachel....dear, I am a Geezer Dad. I can't even keep my own cell phone number in my head, let alone solve long division.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Name Change
Last August was the last time I posted, I am thinking my blog needs a new name. Seeing that no one has left comments on my previous posts, one may ask the point of it all. Since most of my posts have to do with interactions with my 9 year old children, the new name is more reflective of the topics I choose to write about.
Anyways, the act of writing down one's thoughts and musings is reason enough, if it is only to please myself.
All parents know that being one is not all peaches and cream. Sometimes you are mad, often times glad to be a father. I started out later in life than most. By the time my kids graduate from high school, I will be 5 months shy of my 63rd birthday, which explains the Geezer moniker.
To support my claim of being a Geezer Parent, I have both a PTA and an AARP membership card in my wallet. (I stole that line from my wife, Jane). Actually, I have neither. But, isn't that the beauty of posting in a blog that nobody reads, I could steal and embellish material from others.
Anyways, the act of writing down one's thoughts and musings is reason enough, if it is only to please myself.
All parents know that being one is not all peaches and cream. Sometimes you are mad, often times glad to be a father. I started out later in life than most. By the time my kids graduate from high school, I will be 5 months shy of my 63rd birthday, which explains the Geezer moniker.
To support my claim of being a Geezer Parent, I have both a PTA and an AARP membership card in my wallet. (I stole that line from my wife, Jane). Actually, I have neither. But, isn't that the beauty of posting in a blog that nobody reads, I could steal and embellish material from others.
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