“I know nothing!”

Quoting Sergeant Schultz from Hogan’s Heroes, which we watch re-runs of sometimes when we can stay awake past 10:00 PM. I usually can’t but I am an early bird, out listening to crows and owls and whatever at 0-skunk-30. R.I.P. John Banner, BTW.

So, you may be wondering how I get away with posting occasional derogatory remarks about the GG here on my blahg. It’s complicated. For one thing, I don’t think he always READS it. I think it is often WAAAAAAY too much for him. It’s often way too much for meeeee too. And sometimes he doesn’t understand it, which is okay because sometimes *I* don’t understand it. After all, it’s just a brain dump of sorts.

So yes, we are not totally on the same page in terms of polly-ticks at this moment in history. Maybe we never have been. I dunno. We don’t USUALLY talk about polly-ticks all that much. I don’t actually like to THINK about polly-ticks much. I’d prefer our government to bumble along on its slow course of checks and balances or whatever it was we were taught in high school so I don’t HAVE to think about it.

I can’t do that since the world turned orange. I was horrified that TBOM got elected (but also sorta understand how he did but more on that some other day – or not). But. But. But. Bdah-bdah-bdah. I am STRONGLY anti-Trump but I think our differences are a bit more subtle than Trump/anti-Trump.

We won’t get into any of that. I will say that the GG and I have always been on the same page about a lot of the things that count. He started working when he was 10 or so (paper route) and continued his work ethic until he retired, getting robbed at gunpoint in a gas station as a teenager (he did homework there when it wasn’t busy), working Hamtramck Assembly with his ID twin summers between college. Skinny young blond guys with hair down to their waists.

Hands-on father? Can I count how many diapers he changed or how many baths he gave? No I cannot. He was right in there from the very beginning. Being in the middle of 10 siblings, with nieces and nephews galore, he was experienced at the nuts and bolts of wrangling small children while *I*, birthing my first child at the age of 30, had never changed a blasted diaper. I could go on and on about his years of volunteering at every school the kids attended.

But then. He wasn’t finished. When The Commander got to a difficult end-of-life period, when my dad and brother were dead and I had a new-ish job with not much paid time off, he regularly went off to the yooperland to help her with the house and the moomincabin and probably the cars and take her out to dinner and just be friends with her. Oh! And he chauffeured her and my aunt Radical Betty (my dad’s sister and The Comm’s best friend) on a road trip around Lake Superior! No one could replace my brother for my mom but I know the GG occupied a special place in her heart and it sure helped meeeee out.

At any rate, we are not living in a Cold War at the Landfill here. When the radio gets too polly-tickle, we switch to music and I let him pick the music.

Love y’all, KW

One Response to ““I know nothing!””

  1. Margaret Says:

    Patt was a Libertarian and there were certain topics we avoided, but could discuss some politics. We agreed on many other things although he wasn’t much for the baby stage of parenting. He got better when they got older. He grew up with no father in the house and was the youngest of his siblings. He worked hard on their small farm, but was still kind of spoiled.