I know… many of you who follow me on Facebook were expecting my long dissertation on our latest Comcast debacle. It’s coming; it’s just a long write. In the mean time, I offer you this gem.

First, a small segue (and no, I don’t mean one of those two-wheeled sidewalk riding things that Paul Blart used–that would be a Segway).

Right. Moving on.

Several months ago my daughter wanted to show me something. She curled herself into a small ball, still on her feet with her head buried in her knees and her arms curled around her legs. “Look, Daddy, I’m a seed…,” then she stood up and thrust her arms out over her head, “…now I’m a bloom!”. In her excitement, I heard her say, “Now I’m a bloob!” This term has now worked its way into our family lexicon and describes someone who is just plain being silly. I would tease her to which she’d retort, “Oh Daddy, you’re just being a bloob.”

Ok, the main event. This week has seen another milestone in our daughter’s life: kindergarten. Day one, she was raring to go, all dressed in her new going to school dress and new tenny-runners (tennis shoes). Lunch bag and backpack clutched, she was waiting for me by the door, eyes aglow with the excitement that only a 5½ year old could have for going to school.

That evening, all manner of new things were discussed. New teachers, items in the classroom, the rules (so many to remember!) and so on. Day two was much the same.

Day three…

I wished her a good day at school, but she seemed less enthusiastic than she had been all week. So, I asked, “Don’t you like your new school?”

“Yes, I do like my new school,” she replied, “I just don’t want to go every day.”

My, my. Already the experience has lost it’s appeal–the bloom had fallen off of the rose. I hadn’t the heart to tell her that she had 13 more years to go! So, I kissed her and sent her on her way, telling her that I was sure that thing would be fun and that she’d enjoy herself.

She didn’t seem adversely affected by her morning’s despair and by the time she got home everything seemed in order. We had dinner, talked about her day at school and were none the wiser about her statement earlier in the day. Has the bloom really fallen off? We think not; rather, it was just the reality of the new changes to her daily routine starting to set in.

Tomorrow, she will buy her lunch for the first time–chocolate milk and all. If that doesn’t help to turn her attitude around….

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Yeah, yeah, I’ve been absent for the summer and I know that many of you have just been dying for me to start posting and/or blogging again. Have faith and fear not! I will be posting once again very soon with the same fervor and wit to which you have been accustomed.

Now, where did I place my muse?

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Some insightful commentary from one of my favorite musicians, Fish, that I received in an email newsletter to which I subscribe. I felt that I had to share his thoughts as I, too, understand the feelings contained therein:

“There’s a rainbow outside my window and I wish sometimes, of a moment, I could only find the pot of gold at the end of it to solve so many existing problems and provide some sort of security for others I know.

The crock doesn’t and has never existed and that is why only fools chase it so.”

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