T(r)oy's Marbles
stinky
I will return to some things I'm trying to learn from Nehemiah tomorrow (I hope) but for now here's a little something I wrote some months ago but never posted.
Stinky
serious reflections on becoming uncool
by Troy Cady
Some time ago, I put on some cologne just before joining the fam in some sort of outing. The kids were in the car already, when I stepped in.
I closed the door, and my seven year old son Nic, waving his hands as if a swarm of gnats were storming his nostrils, shouted out: “WHEW! WHAT’S THAT SMELL?!”
Oh. And did I mention how cool I am? I can just see it now: when my 7 year old son is 17, he’ll be so proud of his "hep" dad. Yeah. It could happen. And all I have to do is change my cologne. That’s all.
The point: Even though I do have an earring there is definitely a theme of uncoolness that is starting to permeate my life these days. In other words: I have no mojo anymo’. The end is near.
And….I….can’t----
do-----
---gasp!---
anything----
---clutch---
to…stop----
---wheeze---
it!
What was it T.S. Eliot wrote? “This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang, but a whimper.”
journal | Comments (0) | August 30, 2007