A Limehouse Original
Tag: #thingsinsidemyhead
Brothers
Put myself in a difficult situation once. I pushed my son. Well, in fact, I shoved him or at least tried to. He didn’t move much but the intent from me was clear. I lost control of my temper.
It was over nothing really. It was the basic 13 year old attitude. The to-be-expected sarcastic backtalk, pushing the limits, testing perhaps how far he could push. He pushed too far, I mishandled it and pushed back…. literally.
The physical push itself wasn’t a big deal but was symbolic of one. Clearly I handled it poorly.
Here’s the interesting part though. It was a real issue for his brothers. It seriously impacted them as well. They became very angry with me and they let me know it.
The youngest said to me, “I don’t like it when you push Steve!” There were tears in his eyes. The oldest, who tended to internalize, slammed doors and went outside with a basketball by himself. This was rare.
It was clearly a united front among brothers and was pretty cool to see. I hated what I did but respected the response immensely.
When I was a kid and one of us got hit by Dad, we would scatter, hide and later test to be sure we were still on his good side. It was every man for himself.
Not these brothers though. All for one and one for all. That’s not something, I think, you encounter too often. I liked it.
It all worked out and I learned a very big lesson. With these brothers, there is no fear factor when it comes to violence. Thanks for the education gentlemen.
#Thoughts
Bluesman
A Limehouse Original
Media: Black Flair Pen
Thank You
Confusion fills a joyful life,
With things I can’t control;
Assistance from my loving wife,
Guides me from that hole.
I’m a mess, I must confess,
I try to make it right;
But demons hidden deep within,
Control my simple life.
I do not have the problems now,
That many people do;
I’m speaking of real drama,
That somehow they get through.
It’s little things that clean my clock and kill a perfect day;
It’s things that any normal guy would simply swat away.
It comes without a moment’s note,
It hits me like a flash;
A hard left hook that hits the mark and leaves an open gash.
Then I react, without the tact,
I’m shooting from the hip;
Automatic defense skills that lash out from my lips.
I carve with tongue, at lightening speed,
It comes from deep within;
If she’s not there to help me then,
My head just starts to spin.
Somehow she finds a way each time to soothe my aching soul,
It must be such a burden to assist my self control.
At times it drives her crazy,
At times it flat out burns;
Not that I can blame her but each time it helps me learn.
I’ve learned that it is selfish to impart this on my wife,
I’ve learned that she was brought to me to help me in my life.
But what of her, I must infer that she has demons too,
Am I there enough for her? Enough to guide her through?
As a man, I hope I am, I hope that she can see,
The love I have for who she is,
Helps both her and me.
I hope that she can understand that she’s my simple life,
My world would simply self destruct if she were not my wife.
#Poetry
Quail
On February 12, 2006 it was reported that the Vice President of the United States at the time had accidentally shot a fellow hunter in the face, neck and chest while quail hunting in Texas.
VP Dick Cheney was zeroed in on a flying quail. Following it in his sights, moving with the bird, he fired and caught a friend of his with a bunch of buckshot. Fortunately for all, the wounds were not life threatening.
Now as terrible as that sounds, it begs some thoughts and questions. First of all, …. a quail? Wait…. a quail? That is the hunt of the day?
Here’s the scenario. Three 70 year old men out looking for quail. Not Dan, but the cute little bird. One of the men is the Vice President with a heart condition. This means that policy dictates that he is followed on this adventure by – at least – three doctors and two ambulances plus, of course, a posse of Secret Service personnel.
So visualize the scene. The VP, two other old guys, three doctors, two ambulances and a shitload of armed Secret Service people trudging across the Texas tundra in search of the dreaded quail. Again, not Dan.
Let’s not forget that at that same time, there were thousands of American soldiers in Afghanistan, Iraq and Kuwait doing essentially the same thing except they were hunting the Taliban and Al Queda. Oh, they didn’t have the doctors, ambulances and Secret Service yet they are hunting things that shoot back.
The Texas friendly fire incident must have been one of the most ridiculous scenes imaginable. But wait, a few more questions…
Should a person with a known heart condition to the point of needing all of those medical personnel even be handling a gun or even have a license? Oh, excuse me, that’s his right… Second Amendment and all.
Ok then, here’s another. How much does it cost the American taxpayer to have this moron entertain his nursing home friends for a day of proving they don’t have little dicks? How much?
How much body armor and supplies could this money have provided our men and women at war?
But then again, I definitely slept more comfortably knowing our VP was keeping us safe from the dreaded quail.
#Thoughts
Things Inside My Head 