Coffee and Fig Newtons

"It's just another manic Monday, I wish it were a Sunday, 'cause that's my fun day" No not really, I think I covered that yesterday. I suppose I should get myself some motivation and take the boy (dog) to the park... Now there is an interesting point, yeah I call him my boy. I wonder if dogs are mans best friend because men can't bear children? I'm not the most classically educated man, but I believe that the perception regarding a lot of men's "issues" is thought to stem from our lack of ability to create... Create life anyway, some say men create through science and engineering to compensate. Well I create music and poetry but I don't think\ that's because I can't get pregnant. But I will admit that I wanted to get a dog in part to fulfill a quasi parental instinct in me, that was struggling to get out. And then there is the other part....
Now those of you that have known me a while, know I'm single. And despite the film industries view of the amazing single life, I'm not a big fan of it myself.

But despite my incessant loneliness I come home everyday and there is this amazingly cheerful character, running around like mad, so happy to see me. His tail is waggin like mad. He is running around my legs sniffing and hopping up and down. (not jumping mind you, he's very well behaved) It's a great feeling knowing my boy is happy to see me come home. And I don't think it's just the food and water, I think he really likes me.... So for me knowing there is someone at home, that loves and appreciates me, unconditionally. Who relies on me to be there for him, to take care of, and feed him. In return, I rely on him to brighten my day and keep me company when I would otherwise be alone. It really lends credit to the notion of mans best friend. Of course for you fine folk fortunate enough to have found a mate with whom you truly share your lives. I'm sure that this sentiment is not lost on you, although considering I'm referring to a canine might make you a little skeptical of my thinking..
Then there are those kind souls, who shared that feeling intensely for a while, only to see it pass away. Remember all things in this life require energy, if your fires burn too bright they will burn out quickly. Better to burn only what is needed, to keep warm, and to light your path. Now maybe in that time you shared your love with someone, you were blessed enough to have children. You more readily than anyone, can understand my appreciation for a love that never leaves you, unconditional and always energizing, for that is the love of a child. Enjoy them as a blessing in your life, respect and honor them with your love and honesty and you will only get the same in return.

You may or may not know, I named my little boy "Professor", I joke from time to time that his name comes from the fact that he has taught me patience, but really it's responsibility, and that is what I'm becoming more educated in the art of. And that can never be a bad thing. Responsibility requires patience, understanding and faith. Patience to see that persistent consistency builds trust. Understanding that every living thing has its own perspective and that we need to respect that in order to receive the same courtesy of our own views. And faith that though we may be imperfect beings ourselves, constantly seeking to do our best in what we know is good and right, we will prevail in raising our children to be good people, making our families stronger and more loving, and taking care of a mans best friend.

Although I think this morning my Professor may give me a C minus
since we haven't left for the park yet!
Till next time, in the immortal words of Adam Sandler
"Share baby share...."