Initial posts in 2012 will be exploring the concept of space. What properties does space have? How much space do you need? Does your life have enough space?
My father was a man of few words.
An only child for eighteen years, he learned early in life that the teasing and practical jokes played on him by three bachelor uncles and four spinster aunts increased the more he protested.
In self defense, he developed the ability to “pull your leg” when you least expected it.
When visiting his farm, the ritual after supper was to sit on old- fashioned webbed aluminum lawn chairs and gaze at the horizon. One night Dad surprised me by predicting that the neighbor’s dilapidated barn, which was marring our view, would last forever.
To me, the barn looked fragile as a house of cards.
There were huge spaces where the wind had blown boards off the structure. There were almost more spaces than there were boards.
Did Dad’s prediction have merit or was he pulling my leg?
What Do You Think?