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Just got back today from a nice weekend visiting Mom & Dad....last weekend was my Dad's (GASP!) 79th birthday, and I didn't get to make it up there until this weekend.
I gave my Dad a picture frame that had 3 photos of he & I in it...which completes the trifecta in his computer room--since there's already ones of he & my brother and sister.
I also gave him a framed copy of a poem that I really liked, that I thought fit him nicely.
Its called "The Man in the Glass" and it was written by former Notre Dame football coach Ara Parseghian. Here it is:
The Man In The Glass When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your parents, your children or wife
Who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may think you a strait-shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please; never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on your back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
-Ara Parseghian
Anyway, Dad really liked it a lot. I told him that the values he taught me as I was growing up had always lead me to be proud of the man in the glass. He liked it.
Yesterday I spent the day with my Mom, doing one of our favorite things. We hit the used bookstores. (I know, I know--it sounds totally gay) One of the things that I inherited from my Dad is that I'm a total packrat (just ask my wife). So I found a bunch of books that I wanted--and of course Kim will point out that I won't read them for at least a year (if by then)--it drives her crazy....but I suppose a husband could have worse habits. The funniest thing that happened during our bookstore spree is that we visited a really nice and large used bookstore in Deland, Florida and as we went up to make our purchases, the owner's cat came walking across the counter. I guess the cat sort of has the run of the place, because as the sales clerk was handing my Mom the receipt to be signed, she made absolutely no attempt whatsoever to move the cat. The receipt is on the countertop, and my Mom is looking for a pen...and the cat goes to sit down--ya know, ass first--right on the receipt! I quickly grabbed the receipt, because...hey, the last thing I would want to do is to offend the cat, ya know? Just amazing.
Then last evening we went out for dinner at Carrabas, which was awesome because they had their spicey chicken soup on the menu---best soup--ever.
It was great seeing them.
Later,
Jeff
I gave my Dad a picture frame that had 3 photos of he & I in it...which completes the trifecta in his computer room--since there's already ones of he & my brother and sister.
I also gave him a framed copy of a poem that I really liked, that I thought fit him nicely.
Its called "The Man in the Glass" and it was written by former Notre Dame football coach Ara Parseghian. Here it is:
The Man In The Glass When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your parents, your children or wife
Who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may think you a strait-shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please; never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on your back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
-Ara Parseghian
Anyway, Dad really liked it a lot. I told him that the values he taught me as I was growing up had always lead me to be proud of the man in the glass. He liked it.
Yesterday I spent the day with my Mom, doing one of our favorite things. We hit the used bookstores. (I know, I know--it sounds totally gay) One of the things that I inherited from my Dad is that I'm a total packrat (just ask my wife). So I found a bunch of books that I wanted--and of course Kim will point out that I won't read them for at least a year (if by then)--it drives her crazy....but I suppose a husband could have worse habits. The funniest thing that happened during our bookstore spree is that we visited a really nice and large used bookstore in Deland, Florida and as we went up to make our purchases, the owner's cat came walking across the counter. I guess the cat sort of has the run of the place, because as the sales clerk was handing my Mom the receipt to be signed, she made absolutely no attempt whatsoever to move the cat. The receipt is on the countertop, and my Mom is looking for a pen...and the cat goes to sit down--ya know, ass first--right on the receipt! I quickly grabbed the receipt, because...hey, the last thing I would want to do is to offend the cat, ya know? Just amazing.
Then last evening we went out for dinner at Carrabas, which was awesome because they had their spicey chicken soup on the menu---best soup--ever.
It was great seeing them.
Later,
Jeff
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