Fowl, Fodder and fun but foolish thinking from a father

Fowl, Fodder and fun but foolish thinking from a father with the week two blog, presented now in HD.

The drive
Do you have things on your commute that give you an indication of your timing? When we lived in Mississauga, it was the girl in the red coat along Winston Churchill. If we passed her and she was walking at Aquitaine, we were late, if we passed her and she was at Derry, we were early but if she was half way between, we were right on time for the bus.

Now I understand the problem with this travel time logic, and the number of variables involved with letting other people, busy in their own lives, provide some kind of indication of timing in ours, but I do it anyway.

Today we left the house 15 minutes late, so the cars we passed and the sights along our commute seemed odd or out of place and some how of a totally different world. I recognized nothing, until we turned on “goose Street”. Its actually called King street and it takes us west from Highway 10 to Mississauga Road, but because of what is happening in a smallest of ponds on the north side of the street, just past the railroad tracks, the girls have unofficially renamed it. There in the middle of this little bulrush laden pond is a nest with you guessed it, a Canadian goose sitting contently, awaiting an event of some kind.

The kids and I hope that the event will be a hatching but I am not sure how the timing of things like that work, but we look everyday and hope. A second goose is always hanging around, so we think that this is some kind of good sign, but at least today even that we where late it seemed ok, because buddy was still sitting there.

Late night thoughts
I hope I have the good sense to re-read this part well before uploading because I am VERY tired as I write this paragraph and who knows what I am trying to say.

How powerful is that part of the memory that we store things that, out of context we would never remember, but in the right frame of mind we are like “where did I pull that out of”?

Old expressions are like that. What started this was an MSN conversation early in the week with Nathalie. We where talking about a friends situation, and their need to build a case on someone (it’s no one you know!) and I used the expression “Fodder for the fire”. I said it in my head… typed it, but missed the fire part, and could not make sense of my thoughts, but I knew it was an expression I heard before. Leave a miss quoted old expression, to something like MSN and needless to say Nathalie was very confused but thank God for my friend Google! With a couple of keystrokes, and some creative spelling, boom there it is. References to an expression that somehow I pulled from the unused portion of my brain, and I some how used it in correct context (sort of?).

One definition of Fodder is “coarse food, especially for livestock” or another is “raw material, as for artistic creation” but the one I like is “a consumable, often inferior item or resource that is in demand and usually abundant supply” and when we are talking about this situation and the people involved, the expression works perfectly!

Across the miles
My twin sister Janey and her family moved last December to Newfoundland and we miss them all terribly, but it is sure nice to be able to share some good news from across the miles. She commented to me this week that she is enjoying the blog so I told her that she is fair game for content. The good news is that my brother-in-law has finished his EMR training with a great A+ on his final exam, and Janey starts her new job this week. Congratulations to the Coish’s and we miss you all and are very proud of all of you.

In closing
I have mentioned before that my girls (all of them) do not like the mornings and specifically getting up. This morning the reason for us being 15 minutes late, stemmed from Jordyn’s displeasure with light and moving anytime before 10AM. I reasoned with her that because she is turning 1 year older this weekend that 10-year-old girls no longer give their dads a hard time in the morning and love to get up. I told her I read it online, and that if it is on Google it must be true but she did not buy it. Nathalie, overhearing my comments smiled and said, “All I can hear in my head is California Dreaming”. I said “ like the mamas and papas, why? Are the leaves brown, or the sky grey?” and she said, “No, you are just dreaming”.

Well I know this and this is not a dream, because Saturday, our little girl goes to bed nine years old, and wakes up in double digits. Where has the time gone?

Happy Birthday Jordyn!
Jim

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