Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Family talents

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My son is a poet:  The I-can’t-breathe-without-it variety. 

This is one of his idols:

Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (6/13/1888 – 11/30/1935) Portuguese poet

Another of his poetry books will be published by Finishing Line Press.

Sometime this century.

I am the occassional poet who looks at it as a hobby. 

This is one of my idols:

As you can see, there’s a slight variation in our styles.

He writes textbooks.

I write SciFi.

My daughter manages a store that sells cell phones.  She could, quite literally, sell ice to an eskimo.

I’m not invited to parties for a reason.

Throw in the fact that their father was a brilliant chemical engineering manager and you have to wonder, “Where did the music and sales genes come from?

I played piano and guitar.  My son plays piano, oboe, sax, and clarinet.  He’s many levels better at it than I will ever be.

My maternal grandfather was a hell of a con artist salesman.  At 14, he ran away from home, worked on a cargo ship, and learned engineering. While on the ship, he also learned to speak Spanish fluently in a couple of years. 

My son learned to speak Spanish and Portuguese in fewer than three years — fluently and with little accent. 

I can ask, “Where is the bathroom” in 3 languages, so it’s obvious that gene skipped a few generations.

Just don’t hand him a wrench.  He inherited his mother’s ability to break anything with moving parts.

My maternal grandfather convinced Arkansas Electric company that he had a degree from Boston University. He became their plant manager and stayed in the job for years.

My daughter sells electronics.  She can tell you how a cell phone works; and what to do when it doesn’t. The difference is, she is one of the most honest and ethical people I know: “Ethics” was a talent inherited from her maternal grandmother.

I want to have hope that I’ll have great grandchildren who will be great writers.

With my luck, they’ll choose to write textbooks about the mating habits and life cycle of the Key Tree-Cactus — or other such snorers.

There is one thing I’ve consistently passed along to both my children, and my granddaughter:  Tourette’s Syndrome.

Not a legacy I wanted passed down through the ages.

It comes down to this:

Writers, after being rejected by yet another publishing company.

 

One truth that I want my children to remember is this:

Zen Parenting: March 2014

It certainly beats the alternative.

 

 

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