Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Realization

My daughter is 16.

She is, perhaps, eight to twelve years from being married with a young child.

I didn't get married till I was 35. Didn't have a child until I was 45.

Isn't that a good idea? Isn't it?

Where the hell is that stop button?

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

My Daughter is 10 yrs old.. I remember the day we brought her home after the hours/days of labor.. and all the days since.. she looks to be 13 yrs old or so..as tall as I am almost.. when you find the stop button.. tell me where to find it also! She actually wants to be 4 yrs old again.. I could deal with that!

Cerulean Bill said...

I cherish all of the days we have had with her, and I look forward to more. It's just -- my daughter? A married woman? With a child?

I really am looking forward to it. I just have to get used to the idea. Seeing her learn how to drive helps, oddly enough.

genderist said...

My baby is one today. I can hardly imagine long division right now, much less being a grandparent. :)

I'm interested in getting one of your remotes once you fix it. I'm thinking the rewind button and volume buttons will come on handy, too!

Cerulean Bill said...

Just thinking of this stuff makes the idea of an extended nuclear family a lot more attractive.

I told my wife that I like the idea of grandchildren, so long as no sex is involved on the part of my daughter.

STAG said...

How many years were you hoping for?

Cerulean Bill said...

Well, forever comes to mind....

Mostly, I want her to always be the kid I've liked all these years. I want her to have the kind of marriage I've had, if she does marry.

And, of course, to be wealthy, so as to support me in the manner to which I'd like to become accustomed.

STAG said...

My pseudo daughter (one of my students who has become close) just yesterday introduced me to her new boyfriend...he supports himself by distilling absinthe and gin and selling the result at pagan festials and private S&M parties. Her words were "You will love him! He's an Alchemist!".

He told me without being asked that he is looking for work. But he was bitter. His exact words were "They won't give me any work!". I asked him "who are "they" and why do you expect "them" to "give" you anything? He became defensive after that. I suggested that he was all right in my book because he was at least self employed. I let it slide that not only was distilling illegal, but the absinthe he was making was illegal as hell. There's a reason they made that stuff prohibited! I figured that if it was safe to drink, no harm done and if it was the deadly poison I consider it to be, well, Darwin needs vindication. That crowd...no great loss.

Face seems to be hitting the palm a lot lately...

Cerulean Bill said...

You might want to consider wearing softer gloves....

Wendster said...

.... 8 TO 12?

OK. If you say so.

And yes ... it's a good idea.

Cerulean Bill said...

Well, I started with 6 to 8, but that scared me. And if she tries at the low end of the range, we're going to seriously work on discouraging her.