Turning into my father
This post has taken a while to show up because some other stuff got in the way of me sitting down to do it. I wonder if that is not in itself one way in which I am turning into my father… the propensity for having too much on. I think I mentioned it on here before, but I will do so again, because it is apposite; on asking my father last year if he thought he took on too many projects at once, which I tend to do, he simply said,
I find three is too many.
Yes, that’s definitely one way I am turning into my dad. The other ways include:
being happy to live hermit-like communing only with a keyboard
being subject to being in the grip of mini-obsessions that are of limited, if any, interest to nearest and dearest
going deaf in one ear
being a bit rude to people, accidentally
being bad on the telephone
and, most recently, being unable to read
very small writing
without pulling the most squinty-face known to human or beast.
I have dug out this photo taken at my sister’s wedding in order that one might observe my genetic inheritance of a pointy head. That day, I recall, my mini-obsession was with showing my father the lattice method of long multiplication…