My son just pointed out that if no one was spelled as one word, that it would sound like noon. I can never remember if no one is one or two words. Noone looks somehow right to me. Before my son interjected, I had asked my daughter if she knew how the word was spelled.

"Look it up," she said, sounding like a mirror image of me talking to her whenever she asks me how to spell something. We want to teach our children how to fish now don't we, but we, ourselves, don't necessarily want to head out to sea every time we want sushi, now do we?

What's good for the goose is not always good for the gander, when I'm the gander anyway, baby.

I have resentments today: my kids are growing up way too fast, especially my son.

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I have a turtle, now, like I did for a bit when I was a kid. There are a few differences, though. The turtle that I had as a kid was a real one. It came from a pet store. I would feed it. I would pet it. I would talk to it.

The turtle that I have now I don't feed, I don't pet and I don't talk to; not so far, anyway. And though I don't talk to it, this turtle that I have now somehow gives me a bit of comfort, even if it is made out of clay.

My dad took my living turtle from me when I was a kid. We were at the beach and he set it free somewhere amongst the sand dunes. He said that I didn't take care of it.
He was full of shit then, as he was often full of shit, but what can a son do about a father who is full of shit?

The only thing that he can really do is not be full of shit, himself, to his son. I need to remember this. I also need to remember that my Dad did the best that he could and that the turtle on my desk is made of clay.

I don't know what I was babbling about earlier or why.

Fathers and turtles.

It's bedtime now. I feel like I should write something here, before I go to sleep,
but I really have nothing to say. There are so many others out there with the answers. I don't have any answers, today. Today, I don't even have questions.

Good night. God bless. Thank you for keeping me off drugs alsohol cigarettes, whoever it is that it is that is keeping me off drugs, alcohol, cigarettes: The Lord, The Creator, God, etc. etc.

I'm too tired to try and figure out the god thing right now, also.

Ta ta.