Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.
I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Boys are often unfairly maligned. All of us, no matter what age. Shiftless. Lazy. Indolent. My favorite is indolent. Anyhow, in these days and times when video games and I-Pods consecrate the hours for younger men, one may feel that there is no further hope for a hardy outdoorish life. What Herbert Hoover I think would have called "rugged individualism". Particularly if you have a father like me.
So, when the Irish Redhead decided it was time to replace part of the fence encompassing our back yard, and a rather menacing pile of boards showed up in the driveway, it was decided that I would harness the unlimited, if somewhat inertia-laden, energy of my son the Future Rock Star and his two best pals that are usually around on Saturdays. You know, teach them some "man-skills". Luckily, my father-in-law lives with us and he actually KNOWS how to do things like hang fences.
To be honest, I would have bet a million dollars that this experiment would fail. I just couldn't see three, otherwise very nice, modern teen boys getting much out of this project or having any interest in it whatsoever. But the great thing about boys like these is that they constantly surprise. Not only were they interested in tearing down the boards, positioning the new ones, leveling them, and nailing them in place, they relished the work. After a bit, they made it pretty clear to me that they had it in hand and the three of them did some very hefty work for a couple of hours pretty much on their own. They were very proud of the result. I could not have cared less about the fence, but I was supremely proud of them. At the end, when I told them that, they sheepishly wandered off to slay multitudes of alien zombies on a television screen.
There is hope for boys. Old and young. Herbert would be very pleased.
In my mid 50s, husband, father and itinerant storyteller. I am a putative jazz singer, poet and novelist, dedicated to mining every minute of life for the veins of pleasure they contain. My motto is "Dum Vivimus, Vivamus"..."While we Live--LET US LIVE".