Archive for May, 2008

Prime Numbers

I am the eldest of three siblings. My sister was born six years after me, my brother came along six years after her. “Six years apart.” How many times we have heard that phrase. “Six years apart.” Only our parents know for sure if it was planned that way, or if it was merely a coincidence.

I suppose that being “six years apart” has had some advantages. I really can’t remember much in the way of intrinsic sibling rivalry,  although my sister and I did have have a few scraps. Most of those were my fault I think. None of us had to cope with hand-me-downs. We have remained close regardless of the separation that “six years apart” might imply. Although we are “six years apart”, ordinally we are the same as all other siblings; 1, 2, 3…

Today is my sister’s 53rd birthday. My birthday was a few weeks ago. I am 59. Our brother will be 47 a few months from now. We all have changed. We are still “six years apart”; still 1, 2, 3; but this year there is an additional factor that has drawn us close together. Prime numbers.

Not only are our ages prime numbers this year. They are next to each other in the list of prime numbers: 47, 53, 59; still 1, 2, 3. Ordinally ordinal. We should celebrate this. It won’t happen again until the year 2112 when we will be 151, 157, 163. Hmmm… 2112:  2 +1 +1 +2 = 6.

I think it was a coincidence.

I’m not gonna give up

I thought that when I reached the age of three
things might become a little easier for me
they didn’t, but I’m still happy little me
and I’m not gonna give up
no – I’m not gonna give up

Sometimes I just can’t seem to get things right
I spilled my juice, my shirt’s soaked, I’m a sight
my sippy cup lid wasn’t screwed on tight
but I’m not gonna give up
no – I’m not gonna give up

Yesterday I ran into a door
I fell and bumped my head against the floor
and now my noggin’s feeling kind of sore
but I’m not gonna give up
no – I’m not gonna give up

Every time I feel the urge to pee
my pants get wet and everyone can see
oh this is so uncomfortable for me
but I’m not gonna give up
no – I’m not gonna give up

And when I lay me down to sleep at night
I curl up in my blankie warm and tight
and think about the things I did get right
’cause I just didn’t give up
yep – I will never ever give up

Duck

Our ten month old granddaughter, Alizabeth, spent the night with us a few nights ago. We hadn’t seen her in a month; she lives kind of far away. Since we last saw Ali, her fine blond hair on her little towhead has gotten longer, she has sprouted several new teeth, and she has learned a new word – duck – and she knows her ducks too. If she sees a duck, she says “duck”, and if it’s not a duck she remains silent. She often times throws in a “qack, qack” for good measure.

So whats the big deal about saying duck?

It was the first word I heard Alizabeth say, with a sweet little voice so soft and downy. It made me feel good. It made me smile. It made me thankful for ducks.

Thanks God, for ducks… qack,qack

Something Blue

On a recent overnight stay with Claudia and I, we asked our two-year-old granddaughter Alyvia if she would like a snack after her evening bath. “Hmmm…” this precocious little imp pondered. “Something blue.”

Something blue?

Other than a few frost encrusted blueberries in the freezer, I could not think of anything else we might have that was blue and edible – other than perhaps some blue ice cream. So, I scooped some vanilla ice cream into a bowl, added a drop of blue food coloring, and stirred it until it had softened enough to pour into a toddler sized dixie cup; then placed it before her for her approval.

Alyvia appeared to pass into a slight trance as she gently picked up the little dixie cup, tilting it slightly to one side as if to inspect the clarity, intensity, and color of this thick and cold libation. Then she took a sip, and set the cup down with the care that might be given to fine crystal – and savored this blue delight. She licked the blue mustache from her upper lip and repeated this process as if she were a connoisseur mesmerized with a fine wine, until it was gone.

When she had finished the final sip, she looked at me with those little affectionate eyes that were several shades darker than the remnants of the blue treat on her upper lip and said, “Thank you pa-pa.”

Something blue?… The Princess approves!… Success!