The Dynamic Duo

Ha, ha, wasn’t that funny? A post on Johnny’s birthday that ended up being all about my childhood dog. Ha, ha. But of course, that was just the teaser. I pretended I couldn’t think of anything to write about Johnny, but we all know that in actuality I have a literal storehouse of amusing and embarrassing incidents about him on which to draw.

When he is “on” and in the right mood, there is no one more fun to be around, or even just to talk to on the phone. If I’m having a bad or just lonely day and he calls me, I always end up feeling better, even though he usually spends the bulk of the conversation either talking nonsense or making fun of me. I guess that’s because I know that under that superior, “you are dumb as a rock” exterior, I know he really loves me and is proud of me. One time we were having a conversation on “women and women’s rights”, a topic he knows can push my buttons. He was blathering on about a woman’s place and how it says in the Bible that women aren’t as smart as men, etc., etc. I said “It doesn’t say all that in MY Bible.” “Well, it’s in mine,” he said smugly. “I wrote it in.” Okay, perhaps just a bit blasphemous, but funny.
This is one thing I really like about Johnny and try to think about in my own life: Once I asked him if he missed someone or some place…can’t quite remember what it was. He said something to the effect that he didn’t miss things when he wasn’t around them. I know he didn’t say it this way, but my translation: He just was where he was, living in that moment of time. Sometimes easier said than done, but I’m trying to do that more.
The kid was very popular tonight. I had to wait til he finished talking to Dad, Heather and Jim before I could get my turn on the phone. And, yes, talking to him made me smile.
Happy Birthday, Johnny. Hurry home for Christmas.

Love you,
UltraMom