MY FATHERS NAME WAS PAUL BUT HE WAS NOT THE WALRUS
A HAPPY POST - MY FRIEND - MY LUNCH
I promised a happy post, I try to always make it at least appear that I deliver. After writing my last diatribe of suffering I rested my eyes for a while and drifted off into a place where the pain became only a memory. A memory like the fallowing anecdote, only the anecdote is a happy memory. A happy memory from my very happy childhood - a tale of a little boy and his best friend for a day.
I woke up to another day in second grade. I had no earthly idea that it was to generate a memory - a memory so precious and pure yet so strong and insightful that it would, fifty years later, be one of the pearls that I hold dear. My mom prepared my lunch, and placed it in a reused paper sack. My route to school took me by a small drainage ditch where I stopped and looked to see what my lunch would be - carrots, celery, peanut butter jelly sandwich, and one lonely hardboiled egg one lonely hardboiled egg that looked likes he needed a friend.
I have an incredibly vivd, almost debilitating hyper active imagination, always have, always will. I will never give up my ability and desire to pretend, to pretend like I did when I was a little boy.
After moments of empathy and refection I took the hard boiled egg and using a black crayon I drew on him two eyes - a nose - a mouth - and a hat. This was a golden moment - I had created life. I had created a personality. I had created a new best friend and one does not eat their best friend for lunch. So, I did what best friends sometimes will always do; I carried him all day safely in my pocket..
But some frendships aren’t allowed to last. I took Eggman home and finding him a good egg home behind the couch, I completely forgot about him. He stayed in his new home until weeks later when my mom discovered the source of what had become an unforgettable odor. My best friend for a day - my creation - my imagination - my Eggman.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\