I will make something good out of something not-so-good.
This is something I can do and would like to do more often. Just yesterday I heard Lawrence coming up the stairs singing The Dodo Song. It goes Dodododododo,
and the tune can be any tune. It translates into something like: "mother, I know you are in the house somewhere and will hear me singing this song, and
I know it will make you smile, and you will probably start singing it too and then we will both be smiling while we sing our private song."
When he was younger he called me Dodo, meaning "stupid, too stupid to live, graceless."
I'll admit I didn't care for the name. things were tough between us. I wanted to be treated with respect and did not know how to make that happen.
I wanted to prevent something similar from happening again, but before I had settled on the best punishment, the Edmonton Journal published an article
on the dodo bird. The paper reported that researchers are changing the widely told story of the dodo. They now theorize that the dodo was more graceful
than had previously been thought, had a larger brain than had previously been believed and that the extinction of this bird might have been caused by
climate change rather than awkwardness or stupidity. I looked at the situation and decided it would be easier to become a dodo than to think up an appropriate
punishment.
Lawrence was a little surprised when I bowed in gratitude, newspaper in hand. I thanked him for likening me to this graceful, intelligent, wrongly accused,
misunderstood paragon of nature. The incident happened about eight years ago. It should have been forgotten shortly after it occurred. But Lawrence
tends the memory, keeping it alive with his commemorative song.
This is something I can do and would like to do more often. Just yesterday I heard Lawrence coming up the stairs singing The Dodo Song. It goes Dodododododo,
and the tune can be any tune. It translates into something like: "mother, I know you are in the house somewhere and will hear me singing this song, and
I know it will make you smile, and you will probably start singing it too and then we will both be smiling while we sing our private song."
When he was younger he called me Dodo, meaning "stupid, too stupid to live, graceless."
I'll admit I didn't care for the name. things were tough between us. I wanted to be treated with respect and did not know how to make that happen.
I wanted to prevent something similar from happening again, but before I had settled on the best punishment, the Edmonton Journal published an article
on the dodo bird. The paper reported that researchers are changing the widely told story of the dodo. They now theorize that the dodo was more graceful
than had previously been thought, had a larger brain than had previously been believed and that the extinction of this bird might have been caused by
climate change rather than awkwardness or stupidity. I looked at the situation and decided it would be easier to become a dodo than to think up an appropriate
punishment.
Lawrence was a little surprised when I bowed in gratitude, newspaper in hand. I thanked him for likening me to this graceful, intelligent, wrongly accused,
misunderstood paragon of nature. The incident happened about eight years ago. It should have been forgotten shortly after it occurred. But Lawrence
tends the memory, keeping it alive with his commemorative song.
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