2448.  I like to stay positive

The (I-would-imagine) expensive gift I got for my birthday from family is a monstrosity. When I was given it I actually said, “This is a monstrosity. Can’t you give me something decent for a change?” The grandkids (these days what grandkids are ever brought up right?) looked quite disappointed. Apparently they had made it themselves and the purchased stuff that went into making it would have cost a packet.

I said to my daughter, “Why the hell did you let your kids loose on such expensive stuff when you could’ve bought a professionally made one for half the price?” She said she thought I would like it more if the grandkids made it themselves. Fat lot she knows. She didn’t get that from me. That’s the trouble with modern kids; they go online and learn how to be rude. That’s about it.

I said to the grandkids, “You’ve got to have standards”. These days people judge the value of things not by whether it works but whether people they know have a better one. It’s so superficial. This monstrosity I’ve been saddled with is not half as good as what Ted down the road has. Mind you, Ted didn’t have his grandkids make it for him. But I don’t overly mind. I never wanted one in the first place, and I’ll chuck it away the minute my daughter takes her kids and leaves. Some people throw gifts away the minute they’re given them, but these people have no manners. I said as much to my grandkids. I said “I’m not chucking this monstrosity away until you go. You have to at least pretend to have some gratitude.” Someone has to teach these modern kids some standards.

So all in all it’s been a pretty lousy birthday for me. It always turns out disappointing and negative. Which is why I never celebrate my daughter’s or grandkids’ birthdays. One birthday a year is enough. And, you know, despite all my probing about the present, I still don’t know exactly what it is.

37 thoughts on “2448.  I like to stay positive

  1. Badfinger (Max)

    I think the gift is ticking.
    You are teaching me so much with these stories. When I am a grandpa I’ll be ready…dang kids…get off my lawn.

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              1. Badfinger (Max)

                LOL…we have a so called preacher over here…Joel Osteen…he is really a motivational speaker…he likes to say… I’ll paraphrase this… “stand under the spout to let the blessings pour out”…
                The guy is so super positive…he gives me the willies.

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                    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      Last lines of the famous “By the rivers of Babylon” psalm: “Bless the man who seizes your children, Babylon, and smashes their heads on the rocks”. It doesn’t always pay to be positive!

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                    2. Bruce Goodman Post author

                      I suppose “I’m a little teapot” is a bit early of a song for your blog! “I’m a little teapot short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up then I shout, Just tip me over, pour me out.” Did you sing that as a kid?

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  2. umashankar

    There is something called the power of positive thinking many authors have churned out books upon, which I am sure would have worked very positively for their bank accounts. I am sure the protagonist of the story can easily produce a bestseller on the subject.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I once read “How to win friends and influence people”. I tried it out when going house to house collecting for the Red Cross – and came home with a whole bag full of apples (for myself).

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