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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