I’ve had it … done … so over it.
Never listening …
Always talking … making noise
Telling me I should lose weight … smooth my wrinkles … take drugs with scary side effects
So … consider yourself unplugged.
That’s what we did about a year ago. We cancelled our cable TV service and haven’t regretted it for a moment. The decision was brutal. The consequences? Surprisingly fruitful.
We talk more. Walk more. Read more. And when we get bored? Well, we write a children’s book together. The one below is based on a true story told by our Grandson Ryder. I hope you enjoy the outcome of our new found creative family time.
Goldie: A Boy
Written by Nana & Evan
Illustrated by Evan
Published by Grampa
The story begins inside a sandwich bag. I look up … down … side to side. I’m not alone.
A real teacher carries us to her classroom. She picks me to be first. Holding my bag up in the air she asks, “Who wants the first fish?” “Me! Me!” said a blonde boy with a big smile. “I’ll name him Goldie the Fish.”
They call my boy Ryder. He introduced me to his Dad. He seemed grumpy on the drive home. All the Mom’s and Dad’s wanted to know why the children had a bag of fish. “What about candy hearts and Valentines?” they asked.
Ryder’s Mom was nice. She asked if I was a boy or a girl. He told her I was a boy of course. That’s why he named me Goldie.
My boy must have known I was coming to stay. Next to his bed was a bowl fit for a Kingfish and fully stocked with food.
In the morning I exercised with a mess of guppies and then ate them for breakfast. When Ryder said good morning, he didn’t seem to mind.
Lunch was grand. A bluish fish with more guppies on the side. Ryder didn’t seem to mind and even served me dessert from a small box.
Dinner? Exquisite! A tasty, plump yellow fish, some wormy looking thing and more guppies. Ryder was still smiling when he said good night.
The next day Ryder asks Mom if I can go to school with him. “How are all the goldfish doing?” the teacher asked.