Swearing Off

Before I venture any further ... let me say that this blog is not dedicated to slagging my mother and father .. it is my story .. not there's .. but naturally they play a large part ... I was screwed up enough on my own ... the only thing I can blame them for is my genetic make-up ... which I think plays a major part in this story ... let me give you an example ...

The old man every once in a while would take it upon himself to try and repair something .. in this case it was a lawn mower ... now my head does not handle sequences or patterns ... or three dimensional space ... North .. South .. East .. West ... are simply concepts to me ... in first year university, we had to take drafting ... given objects to measure and then plot out in three views .. top .. side ..end .. I did it but with great difficulty.

So my job in the lawn mower repair was to remember the order of the dismantling and therefore be able to pick the right part at the right time for re-assmebly ... and this was a command performance .. no begging off on my part .. I am guessing I was 12 or 13 at the time.

So .. after he had dismantled a few things ... swore at it a few times .. and realized that he couldn't fix it, it was time to put it back together and take it to somebody who could actually repair it ... he starts asking me for the parts .. in the right order of course .. and instead of just handing him anything .. I admitted I didn't have a clue what part was what or what part was to be re-assembled next ... during the ensuing curse laden description of how it was my fault that the machine was not going to be put back together ... I realized he was just like me .. or more appropriately ... I was just like him.

So I came by everything honestly ... I came hard wired that way ... so if someone was to ask me was my beahaviour genetic or learned ... nature vs. nurture... no doubt in my mind it is nature ... and this was re-enforced when our two girls entered the picture ... as they grew older, I realized that they were both unique and while you try to teach them to metaphorically paint inside the lines of life, etc. ... they were both different in the sense that ... where the lines were .. what paint was ... what colour the paint was ... where the paint was applied .. when and how ... was unique to them .. and it was repeatable ... they came with this ... it was who they were .. as did my mother and father.

Of course we are now bordering on the topic of free will ... but let's leave that for now ... 

As I sit here, there is a huge Mexican band playing down the street. . tuba .. drums ... and horns ... horns that sound almost oriental in the harmony they are using .. and cohetes are going off everywhere ... bottle rockets ... Mexicans seem to have an affinity for fireworks ... the cohetes seem to be fired off for any reason at all ... and you have not lived until you wake bolt upright at 2 AM after one of these things go off ... the boom is deafening ... and I shudder to think how many people around the world are losing sleep right now because of real rocket fire and bombing .. too many ... 

Cowbell has now entered and something that sounds like someone beating on the side of a parked car ...

I love it here ... 

Phil (San Patricio de Melaque - 11 Dec 2020, 8:31 PM)

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