Sunday, June 24, 2012

Bark Chips and People I'd Like to Know

I have a feeling Saturdays are officially home improvement days here at the parent's house. Today's project: spreading bark chips in the backyard.
When my mom starts on a project, she certainly has to see it through as soon as possible. My dad on the other hand likes to spread out the work. It's not hard to guess who won the argument of finishing the bark chip laying today.

During one of our little breaks, my dad suggested playing some music on his online radio station (not Pandora, some obscure thing). Looking for something we might both enjoy, I found the big band and swing channel. I really adore big band music, I just don't listen to it enough. Perhaps it's because it's a bit difficult to find? Or I'm just lazy. There's that too.
When I turned on the station, my dad gave me a bit of a surprised look. Then he smiled and said, "Your Grandpa Joe would be happy to hear you listening to this. He loved big band music."
My Grandpa Joe died when I was really young, so I don't know much about him. All I know is he was super nice according to everyone else. And you know what? Even though I have hardly a memory of him, I believe it. The only knowledge I have of him rests in an old picture. It's just a picture of my sister and I in his lap, but we all look so happy. And you know how people just look nice in pictures? He looks like that.

I can't say I miss my grandpa because I honestly didn't know him. What I can say is that out of all of the people in the world, he's the only person I can think of that I wish I had gotten to know. What can you do though, right?

Man, I bet y'all weren't expecting a talk like that after starting with bark chips, were ya? Eh, that's just where my mind goes sometimes.

Dang, I have got to start going to bed earlier. I blame the late night runs.

Who is someone you wish you had gotten to know if you had the chance?

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I LOVE big band music, but I am the same way. I never seek it out. This should probably be some sort of colossal note-to-self.

    It's kind of funny how the little things can tie us to people.