tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post8752323020464520983..comments2023-09-15T02:40:58.916-07:00Comments on Move Along. Nothing To See Here.: The Dad ThingFlintharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456024642528783549noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-57282913692583521622010-03-25T15:31:05.256-07:002010-03-25T15:31:05.256-07:00I remember boredom. It happened to me a long, long...I remember boredom. It happened to me a long, long time ago. It still happens occasionally, but only in very brief stints - like standing in line at a bank or retail outlet, for example. And even then, it's not so much boredom as frustration.<br /><br />Sometimes I think I miss boredom. But then I recall Andrew buttwalking across the deck of The Keep with a banana down the back of his underpants, and I think: no. No, I'm better off not being bored. And so is everyone around me.Flintharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17456024642528783549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-80592921283474816682010-03-25T12:43:17.390-07:002010-03-25T12:43:17.390-07:00I must confess some confusion reading the title &#...I must confess some confusion reading the title 'the dad thing' and the post leading off with 'They're outside my study right now, cutting down trees...<br /><br />It conjured some ninjaesque training exersise with boys armed with sharp weapons outside you window after being given the direction 'clear a path'<br /><br />Certainly as effective an opener as Tori Morrisons novel 'Beloved' "The shoot the girl first".<br /><br />At least with so much going on you don't have time to be bored.Michael barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08986102144813296339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-39291514568263706472010-03-24T06:40:47.674-07:002010-03-24T06:40:47.674-07:00What will be done with the wood? Sculptures by Nat...What will be done with the wood? Sculptures by Nat? Sold to flute makers? Surely some good can come of this?Jyggdrasilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13103800860401813367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-82791043867393020032010-03-24T04:18:25.479-07:002010-03-24T04:18:25.479-07:00Heidi - most of the trees were badly placed, poorl...Heidi - most of the trees were badly placed, poorly grown, and unnecessary. But the Mighty Blackwood... Elder Son came home today and cried for half an hour, and I damn' near joined him.Flintharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17456024642528783549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-40527309779627004422010-03-24T04:14:09.347-07:002010-03-24T04:14:09.347-07:00It's like losing a dear friend. There's on...It's like losing a dear friend. There's only one thing for it, to remember it fondly, keep it in your heart; all you can do :(Abigailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08892142578964860337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-30145642687186776172010-03-23T18:41:03.836-07:002010-03-23T18:41:03.836-07:00Yeah bummer about the trees. OUr neighbours cut d...Yeah bummer about the trees. OUr neighbours cut down a number of trees a while back...they used to hang over the end of our balcony, attracted birds throught the day and fruit bats at night, off ered afternoon shade, and stopped us looking into their backyard. But nope, down they came one day. I've no idea if it was because they needed cutting, or if the neighbours just didn't like the leaves falling all over (which would be odd considering the amount of junk and crap they have in the yard)Bondiboy66https://www.blogger.com/profile/03526870939619033169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-48319772729648284812010-03-23T18:06:16.330-07:002010-03-23T18:06:16.330-07:00Ohhh...sorry about your trees dude. That sux!Ohhh...sorry about your trees dude. That sux!Stephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10614326327687523688noreply@blogger.com