50 Years

To some it may sound as tho it was a sentence. To a couple others it was a commitment.

This Sunday, the 7th, my parents are having a 50th anniversary party. Needless to say I wont be there. It was just bad timing, and an indecision as to whether or not there would be a party. Shortly after I moved here the word was no. Then after I got a job the answer was yes . Life goes on.

So I thought about making my presence felt even tho I wasn't there. A life size cardboard cut out of myself. My camera is lacking about 2,000,000,000 mega pixels. So how about those edible bouquets? The arrangements looked like the sticky flowers on the bottom of a bathtub. I asked Amy what I should do. She suggested a trip to Disneyland. I told her that I think my parents hit there on their honeymoon. And just like a gold Lamborghini it was out of my reach. So bemoaning another of my many plights in life I kicked pebbles around...thinking.

Out of the blue it hit me, or was told to me. I have only been at my new lousy job for five weeks now, but in that time I twice heard similar comments , the last of which made me decide what I could give my fearsome twosome for this rare occasion.

I believe all parents would like a return on their investment. Or maybe I should say I would like to give my parents a return on their investment. Fiscally it is an impossibility for me, so I can only do it intangibly. I hope it will suffice. So in these words, more or less, I was told "you're a pleasure to work with. You have a good work ethic, and always say please and thank you". My retort was "thank my parents".

An apple may roll down the hill, but that doesn't mean it didn't fall far from the tree.

My parents and I are three different people, and for years it was awkward to say "I love you", but I do. I don't say that to many people, maybe ten in my 43 years. With the exception of those two and a few others I've been let down. In this day 50 years is beyond what most marriage's and I were ever expected to survive. Today the word "congratulations" is just an amalgam of letters said to every one who quits, starts, survives, ends...So I won't throw that out at my Mom and Dad. I guess I'll just say I love you.

In my words "it's a freakin' mind blower,