The Totally Self-Absorbed Thread

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  4. by   Davey Do
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  6. by   Davey Do
    On Thursday, March 23, 2006, I endeavored not to be an idiot:

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    -March 23, 2006
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    My Dad, sketch done on August 14, 1978 from a photograph taken in June of that year.
  10. by   Davey Do
    Looking at that sketch I did of Dad brought back some memories. Through my art, I can virtually relive those memories.

    This is a quote from a thread titled "I'm scared" and I include it here because I love reliving that memory...

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    You probably fear as though your whole world is going to come crumbling down upon you, eh, grizun?

    See my signature. It's the best way I have found to deal with both founded and unfounded fears. However, there are a multitude of concepts and philosophies that I have also been exposed to and learned that help. One concept is to know what things we can and can't be in control of.

    I'd like to illustrate this control concept with a story that happened to me in April 1979:

    I was 22 years old, unmarried, living in a nice little apartment in Anomaly, had just gotten my EMT, was working with the Volunteer Emergency Corp, made money as a delivery driver for a kitchen cabinet company, and was taking classes at Larry and Curly Community College. All in all, I was alright by myself, working at jobs I liked, unattached, dating, and doing what I wanted to do.

    Then, it happened: The world was predicted to end. All the solar system's planets were to line up on one side of the sun. This sort of thing happened only every 186,000 years. There would be catastrophic weather changes- hurricanes, earthquakes, tidal waves, volcanoes erupting. Television and radio transmissions would become impossible. The sun would be blotted out. There would be famines, pain, and death. Some foretold the second coming of Christ.

    I was scared! My world was going to come crumbling down upon me!

    As was my habit, I went out to my parents' house one particular Sunday for a visit. I found my Dad in his garden on this bright, warm, early spring morning, planting potatoes. I told him of all the literature I had read on the predicted end of the world. I'm sure I was very animated and dramatic as I described all the forebodings, but Dad listened intently, leaning on his shovel.

    At the end of my address on Armageddon, this conversation took place:

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    Then, my Dad went back to his work, planting potatoes.

    You see, my Dad allowed me to experience an illuminating revelation that day through his words and actions: Dad had no power to stop the end of the world, so he may as well do what he set out to do- enjoy his work and his life.

    And really, it all comes down to that- enjoying our work and our life, taking control of those things we can, and doing the best job we can with what we can.

    The very best to you, grizun!
  11. by   Davey Do
    My older brother, Eddy, passed away the same year as my Dad: 2013. Eddy and I visited often in the months preceding his death, and talked of many things. Eddy always spoke in a deep, soft voice.

    One thing we talked about regularly was the hereafter. Eddy told me he would send my sister Cat and I a message from the hereafter, if he could. Cat has received what she believes to be a couple of messages from Eddy, and I must admit the incidents did extend beyond the typical realms of normalcy. The incidents give her pleasure, so who am I to challenge them?

    If Eddy did communicate with me, the communication had to do with his soft deep voice and what his nickname means. We had a conversation about his nickname shortly before he passed away.

    I made this little drawing and narration and sent a copy to Cat, which, again, gave her pleasure.

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  12. by   Davey Do
    I have to admit that I was attracted to one of my divorce lawyers, who was about the same age as me.

    Whenever I believe it would be inappropriate to act on my feelings, I express them in my art:

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  13. by   Davey Do
    Hey! I like this story too!

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    Speaking of dogs, a word of thanks goes out to toomuchbaloney for the advice given to me on how to train a part husky/part yellow lab. Coby Jack runs well leashed to my bicycle, and even when untethered, comes when called, the majority of the time.

    I recently received permission from a farmer to mountain bicycle through the newly harvested corn and soybean fields in the bottoms. The other day, I bicycled to a point where two creeks meet at the edge of a field. As I was going to park the bike and take a walk through the woods, while removing the leash from the bicycle, Coby Jack got away. He did not come when called, but went bounding through the woods. I got back on my bicycle and stated back home. By the time I got to the hard road, Coby Jack came bounding through the field. He still wouldn't come to me to be leashed to the bicycle, so I continued back home and he followed me.

    The next day, I wanted to again bicycle to the point where the creeks meet, and Coby Jack showed that he wanted to come along. I had fashioned an easier way to remove the leash from the bicycle, to prevent a reoccurrence of the previous day's events, leashed him to the bike, and we went on our way.

    Coby Jack and I were walking through the woods by one of the creeks when I noticed a big ol cottonwood which had fallen, creating a natural bridge across the creek. I remember reading a Jack London story where he had mentioned that dogs were not good climbers. But I thought, "I'm an old dude and feel rather safe in crossing on that big ol fallen cottonwood. I believe Coby Jack can do it too".

    We climbed out onto the fallen tree to a point where the two big branches came together. My plan was to climb up on the main trunk, and then help Coby Jack. I climbed to the main trunk and was just about to help Coby Jack when he made the decision to make the climb without assistance. Jack London was right- dogs are not good climbers. Coby Jack lost his footing and fell about 10 or 12 feet to a sandbar below.

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    He seemed to be unhurt, and when I returned to the bank, even came when I called him.

    I leashed Coby Jack to my bike, crossed the field we were in, crossed the hard road, and went into another field. In that field, I saw about a dozen or so wild turkeys. Coby Jack saw them too, for he took off like a shot toward them, proving his unhurt status and pulling the bicycle and me with all the husky power within him!
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  14. by   Farawyn
    Quote from Davey Do
    My older brother, Eddy, passed away the same year as my Dad: 2013. Eddy and I visited often in the months preceding his death, and talked of many things. Eddy always spoke in a deep, soft voice.

    One thing we talked about regularly was the hereafter. Eddy told me he would send my sister Cat and I a message from the hereafter, if he could. Cat has received what she believes to be a couple of messages from Eddy, and I must admit the incidents did extend beyond the typical realms of normalcy. The incidents give her pleasure, so who am I to challenge them?

    If Eddy did communicate with me, the communication had to do with his soft deep voice and what his nickname means. We had a conversation about his nickname shortly before he passed away.

    I made this little drawing and narration and sent a copy to Cat, which, again, gave her pleasure.

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  15. by   Farawyn
    Another thread where Davey struggles with Ego.

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