NINA MOONS AND OTHER PHILOSOPHICAL ISSUES!
Sometimes Don Andrew and his faithful squire, Sancho Grandpa must enter the think tank mode. That’s when Grandpas and grandsons inter into a realm that involves long times of uninterrupted thought and conversation about the very deep meanings of life. I’m not sure anyone else could handle such depth of meaning and understanding.
On one of these evenings we were bouncing a huge ball back and forth. This is when the much younger knight has an opportunity to learn wisdom of the ages from this ancient old befuddled laborer.
Look Grandpa, a Nina Moon. Although everyone should know exactly what a Nina Moon is, I’m wondering just how many have complete and unique understanding. Do, you see, Don Andrew can say banana quite well and, most anything else that needs saying—sometimes even things that might not need saying. He doesn’t say Nina in front of the Duke and Duchess because that would be improper speech.
When Grandpas and Grandsons get together it’s a Nina Moon simply because that is all it has ever been, a Nina Moon. Our discussion immediately takes a deeper turn into the realm of the unknown. Grandpa, what do mosquitoes do? Of course, this befuddled old labor tried to give a very scientific answer befitting a 3½ old. Grandpa, do mosquitoes ever go to school?
Now, a question like that one is far beyond the understanding of this befuddled old laborer. That’s a real stumper. I really need clarification to answer that question. But, I don’t dare bother the young knight with trivial questions. He is too deeply entrenched in thought at the moment. Seriously, what is one to do? Does this young knight want to know if mosquitoes go to school to learn or is he inquiring whether or not he should be concerned about the mosquitoes either biting him or otherwise bothering him while he is at school? This question was too complex for this aging squire. But, young knights are capable of such questions.
This period of deep and thoughtful meditation, and sharing of great philosophical wisdom was interrupted by the dinner bell. There were of course even deeper issues to be discussed and solved that very evening but the ordinary person wouldn’t understand—not to say you are ordinary in any other sense than to say you are a normal person. You would fully understand only if you are the grandparent of a very highly imaginative 3½ old.
Incidentally, just this week Don Andrew got on the phone and said, Hello Woody, this is Buzz. Grandpa, guess what. I got a big mosquito bite. To this I really don’t know how to reply. I could try to explain how sorry I am Don Andrew Buzz, that the Duke and Duchess had to take you away from the paradise of West, TX and take you to that terrible wasteland infested with trees, green grass, water, fish, golf and otherwise, beautiful scenery—and mosquitoes. But, I must admit, Don Andrew, We have mosquitoes, too, here in this West, TX paradise. So there! What else can a befuddled old laborer say?
On one of these evenings we were bouncing a huge ball back and forth. This is when the much younger knight has an opportunity to learn wisdom of the ages from this ancient old befuddled laborer.
Look Grandpa, a Nina Moon. Although everyone should know exactly what a Nina Moon is, I’m wondering just how many have complete and unique understanding. Do, you see, Don Andrew can say banana quite well and, most anything else that needs saying—sometimes even things that might not need saying. He doesn’t say Nina in front of the Duke and Duchess because that would be improper speech.
When Grandpas and Grandsons get together it’s a Nina Moon simply because that is all it has ever been, a Nina Moon. Our discussion immediately takes a deeper turn into the realm of the unknown. Grandpa, what do mosquitoes do? Of course, this befuddled old labor tried to give a very scientific answer befitting a 3½ old. Grandpa, do mosquitoes ever go to school?
Now, a question like that one is far beyond the understanding of this befuddled old laborer. That’s a real stumper. I really need clarification to answer that question. But, I don’t dare bother the young knight with trivial questions. He is too deeply entrenched in thought at the moment. Seriously, what is one to do? Does this young knight want to know if mosquitoes go to school to learn or is he inquiring whether or not he should be concerned about the mosquitoes either biting him or otherwise bothering him while he is at school? This question was too complex for this aging squire. But, young knights are capable of such questions.
This period of deep and thoughtful meditation, and sharing of great philosophical wisdom was interrupted by the dinner bell. There were of course even deeper issues to be discussed and solved that very evening but the ordinary person wouldn’t understand—not to say you are ordinary in any other sense than to say you are a normal person. You would fully understand only if you are the grandparent of a very highly imaginative 3½ old.
Incidentally, just this week Don Andrew got on the phone and said, Hello Woody, this is Buzz. Grandpa, guess what. I got a big mosquito bite. To this I really don’t know how to reply. I could try to explain how sorry I am Don Andrew Buzz, that the Duke and Duchess had to take you away from the paradise of West, TX and take you to that terrible wasteland infested with trees, green grass, water, fish, golf and otherwise, beautiful scenery—and mosquitoes. But, I must admit, Don Andrew, We have mosquitoes, too, here in this West, TX paradise. So there! What else can a befuddled old laborer say?
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