Come Give Me a Hug

This is the sweetest thing G has said to me.   A tinyVoice shouting across the house “come give me a hug Daddy.”

Of course, she got this from me!   And she got it explicitly when I was trying to get her attention when I get home and her eyes are glued to the TV.   Sometimes it takes a while to break through the fog and make her realize I am here and am much more fun than Dora the Explorer. Sometimes I even have to dangle the hugs in front of her and then walk away before she realizes that I am not going to let her diss me for the TV.

The irony was that after the first wave of hugging, I went off to my computer and she stayed on the couch watching the tube.   She’s figured out that I won’t come hang with her and watch her shows, but, I might come over and give her a hug if beckoned.   I am such a sucker – it worked a couple times.   Then I said no you come over here.

She probably sees it as “I’m not going to let daddy diss me for his computer, muthafugga better come over here and squeeze me!!!!”

Places

Places you go on your bike.

Happy Place
– most time spent here. easily attained, again and again and again. difficult to leave. long-lasting. infinite supply.

Tired Place – very hot, very hard, bruising is a distinct possibility. the end is near, give in to your anger.

Quiet Place – the end is attainable, but too far to think about. metaphysical lair to hibernate until the passing of the long cold winter. keep pedaling.

Dark Place – the end is nowhere in sight, everything hurts, i am cold or hot, possibly lost, low on water, and my taint aches. MP3 player is likely dead, some gear lost, shoe may have exploded, or wheels are encased in mud. What fucking business is it of yours anyway?

Desolate Place – significant damage to self, or bike, or sense of direction, or potential establishment of family, or legacy, or core temperature. Curiosity over candidates to deliver your eulogy is piqued. Cell phone, what’s that? I couldn’t possibly hear above the lightning strikes anyway.