Blue Eyed Teases
No doubt about it, a couple of the men in my life who matter: are a couple of teases.
One is a little fellow with blue eyes, rather short, just two years old. Lately he runs about doing his own thing much of the time. He likes to switch Muno’s pants with Plex’s pants and this sort of thing. He rushes up to me and says, “Poo!” And then he runs away. Sometimes rather unexpectedly he takes my face in his hands and kisses one cheek and then intensely kisses the other. I don’t know where he learned about French style kissing but I like it.
The other blue eyed fellow, a more “large and in charge” man– sometimes I call him a “country booby squire” or “Mr. Fluck Mill” — has taken up blogging MUCH TO MY SURPRISE! This guy is a REAL writer, no self indulgent bloggedy blogginess blogger type…see his blog at The Long Day’s Journey…
I’ve been perusing the blog. Those of you who “get” Mr. Fluck Mill will taste the recipe of a dash of snide, a hint of snark, a deep dark stock of historic knowledge, and shadowy whiffs of institutional knowledge…creating a sauce to ladle over a nice carb laden love of Indiana…maybe the delectable main course being distinctly locally grown.
You’re gonna find it interesting if you work in tech or fancy yourself an “economic development” critic or proponent. Either way there’s something for you.
Don’t put away your sense of humor. Toast him there in the comments section. Or roast him for that matter.
Each of his entries is just a little tease– he doesn’t lecture or blather on. Some days I expect he’ll just put up something a little silly like the day he featured a photo of the Cathole kit we got in the mail.
Well, it’s time to prepare for Father’s Day!
