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We chatted with Zach on the way home that he'll have to take our keys one day, but I'd fight him over them.

No, it's just one of those milestones I thought was worth talking about. Didn't seem to deserve it's own thread, but maybe it did.

I am into a reading of a Spool of Blue Thread (Tyler) quite a revelation of human order and disruption of the ultimate (all that is beyond us). Inclusive of consideration of those that wish to control because they don't want to know how the story was initiated ... by an older myth ... perhaps the grandmother of myth ... Dionysus? That's something else ... for another Dai? Like hanging from a branch attached to the fall point (edge) ... emotions are like that ... thundering Hiawatha ... wha' that? Addendum ... push the process of mental as thun-kin ... more questions!

Difficult to escape ... what yah don't know ... numb sticks ... awesome ... if one looks! Sah Mai ...
 
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@Jaebius stop trying to minimize other people's pain, please. You can share yours without minimizing that of others and many of us do that here. Pain should not be a competitive enterprise.
Mendalla, I've already shared, "Losing the ability to drive later in life's a deeply emotional experience. That loss deserves compassion."

Another poster here is seeking to minimize the pain that I and people like me experience. I will of course oppose that
 
I wouldn't call it "pain". It's just that too many people want their parents driving as long as possible to keep them happy or they bury their heads in the sand and pretend their parents can still drive to avoid confrontation.

I'm trying to do the responsible thing and maybe writing about it helps someone else.

I really tried for years, but Jae isn't interested in improving his social skills. His go-to move is to generate angry reactions and claim victim status, so when you see this crap he posts, just sigh and move on.

It's easy to fall into the trap of doing what he wants you to do. I struggle mightily.

But as Jae points out, the grass is always greener somewhere else. Imagine working with Jae every day. We have it pretty good in comparison.
 
(Letting the mods adjudicate this. Returning you to your regularly scheduled Room for All.)
 
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Is there something temporal here? Is it timely ... something of conscience believing it is all alone or something believing they are all there is to see? Then of course the other side ... a passion that has died for supporting the alternate creation ... the genuine other.

I struggle with this as intelligence in a world overwhelmed by passions that they are all there is is see ... thus intelligence is struck down as destructive to those of great will ... and have not time for intelligence and such related things as Sophia ... an essence that is different than brute reality?

Thus many move on down the path -Eh ... a time machine? Is there anyone that recognizes it in a word told to use blind faith? It appears to me to be just as painful to go too far on the other side of that hard line ... used to exhibit the myth in myriad of lines ...

Can one spread and expand? The you 're out of the present and related space ... spatial ... intangible to the masses? Purple being close to total black ... in essence ... imagine folk out there drawing from it ... Men Of the Deeps? Metaphor ... then there was that Green Vale ... a place to walk with the concept of fair and just with hope and mercy ... mere sea?

Can leave one with the sense you lost something on birth ... as we wait for return ... and then that Stranger ... disposed from reality ... listen for the whispers ... virtue is in there somewhere ... nature of a myth nurtured for the fruit?

I had an interesting discussion about stories last week at a book fair ... and the subtle portions ... that allows for raising corruption for exposure in a sacred manner ... kind of wrinkle-like ... waves! Fabric in the wind ... ruag ... something to toss back and forth as salad! Who's AL AD of honor ... green patch ... no end to it ... purpose of the anima? Fertile eh ...
 
I wouldn't call it "pain". It's just that too many people want their parents driving as long as possible to keep them happy or they bury their heads in the sand and pretend their parents can still drive to avoid confrontation.

I'm trying to do the responsible thing and maybe writing about it helps someone else.

I really tried for years, but Jae isn't interested in improving his social skills. His go-to move is to generate angry reactions and claim victim status, so when you see this crap he posts, just sigh and move on.

It's easy to fall into the trap of doing what he wants you to do. I struggle mightily.

But as Jae points out, the grass is always greener somewhere else. Imagine working with Jae every day. We have it pretty good in comparison.
In parenting theory, there is a concept called Mindful Ignoring. Or, at least, there was such a concept when I was raising young children.
 
We went out for dinner and a hike for Mrs. M's b-day on the weekend. Otherwise, a rather normal weekend. I managed to scratch a toe on a nailhead sticking out of a baseboard while I was cleaning on Saturday. Caught it before I managed to bleed on my carpets, at least. A hammer was consulted and duly fixed the problem. :giggle:
 
Good stuff. Not the nail, but the hiking.

There is some great hiking near my parents place. The fall colours were great around Thanksgiving. The Bruce Trail runs through the area and I want to explore it further.

Got a nail set? Those are nice, but you can use another nail in a pinch to drive the nail a little deeper without damaging the base.
 
There is some great hiking near my parents place. The fall colours were great around Thanksgiving. The Bruce Trail runs through the area and I want to explore it further.
Yeah, it's a bit late for colours here. This was mostly just getting out and enjoying some fresh air. I've done the Bruce in the Hamilton area (being as I lived there for a decade) and then the end in the Bruce Peninsula when we went up to Tobermory a few years ago. My company's president and the president of a longterm care company we partner with once hiked the Bruce (forget how much of it) as a fundraiser for a charity we both supported.
 
Made waffles this morning with my folks. Then I took them for a drive and realized how badly I f***ed up. This isn't their car. This is the car I pick them up in.

They're done driving. We had a talk. My mom disagrees that she can't drive, but her skills are shot and her habits are terrible. She looks everywhere but where she is going. She drifts. She was never this bad, so I assume she compensated before. She tried to blame the new car, but her basic driving habits are all wrong. She spends her time looking around and in the rear view. Rarely forward. Never far forward. Never in the distance, which helps centre you in your lane.

My dad is out of it. Had no opinion on not driving anymore. That's not him. He's done.

We talked about how she either has to re-learn how to drive and she has to commit to it, or that's it. She understood at that point. She could be a passable driver. With her it's not completely about age. But how do you change habits at 84?
Almost im[ossible to change driving habits at that ag I assume. They are licky they have someone looking out for them.'
Sorry about the typos.
 
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