Math & T.V.

Last night T and me are working on his dreaded math extra work. But it is not so dreaded when it gets down to it. All they have to do is write out the steps to show how they arrive at answer. Same way I learned just longer and time wasting but who am I to argue with the great minds who came up with this ‘new’ math.
However not what this is about.
T did the 2nd question himself and he came slow close. It is when he transfers # over that he is losing something. The pencil he is using has thick lead maybe a finer clicker pencil will help. He did awesome job and even though we forgot some places he felt more confident. He even said ‘mom after this I will bring home more to work on.’ ‘Math?’ ‘Yes math. Hey mom can you teach me to type like you type? I mean I know how to type but it is hard on laptop.’ 
This here is the following reenactment of actual events. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent. No one was harmed in the making of this event. 
I looked over at him a little musically. 
‘Sure. But The keyboard layout is the same as the typewriter I used to teach myself on?’
‘A typewriter?’ T states at me like I have grown two more heads.
‘Um yes a typewriter. I took typing class because it was an easy A elective and as I wanted to be a writer I could not be typing two fingered. So I sat with my book and over the weekend taught myself to type. After that it was fine tuning finger placement.’
I showed him where my fingers were placed. Was told I did not know my finger names. Turns out Pointer Finger is a technical term. Who knew?
‘So mom if you didn’t have computers how did you watch t.v.?’
Well how the hell do I know? I told him there were big round things that bounced signals around.I have no idea what I am talking about so I am making large arm movements to distract him from the jibberish falling from my lips. 
‘And mom if there were no computers how did they make t.v. shows?’
‘They filmed them with a camera. Like today.’
‘But how did it get into your t.v.?’
I could only look at him. I have no idea what to say to him. He hugs me and takes off into his room while I sat there. Bemused and chuckling I am in for the adventure of a lifetime and we are just getting started.
March 7/19

Time Untrue

During the winter’s tempest
snow blowing
winds roaring through our ears
time seems to cease
for all that blankets
is pure white 
as far as the eye can see.
No longer green hills
no longer warm summer breezes
locked within Father Winter’s grasp
there is no where to go.
As children
snow held not the bone chilling 
heart stopping
iciness it possesses now 
as adults
facing a world of danger and uncertainty.
Slowly winter has buried all lands
eradicating sunlight
warmth
reality
appreciation
morals
truth
as we all bend to the Winter King’s wrath.
Do we need to though?
Could we not recapture 
the passion had as children
when horrors penetrated not our minds?
When we had no thought of war
of atrocities
perpetrated in the name of……
God/Allah
of devastation
of peoples displaced 
left to fend
care for themselves in a bloody world
so enraptured with itself
that humanity is being forgotten?
Naive we are not.
Yet there are times 
when looking 
when hearing
when seeing
the demons running this era
that all wish they could return…..
to those blessed days
when one was young
with no cares in this world
beyond being home when mom called
or the streetlights began to appear.
March 7/19
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