Yesterday, Megan said, “Daddy, can I dumpster dive with you?” I was stepping out of our condo with a bag of recyclables, empty bottles and junk mail and so on. I felt a twinge of emotion but I can’t remember if it was shame or pride or both in some confusing seesaw. I want my sweetheart to be grounded and real, although garbage-picking in crusty, smelly dumpsters is surely pushing it. Regardless, I said, “Of course you can come, Honey-Bunny, but I doubt you’ll see anything you wanna keep.” The recycling dumpster – shared by everyone in the building and almost as gross as its abutting and identical neighbor, the garbage dumpster – occasionally yields a within-reach, unsoiled treasure. For example, someone gets ESPN The Magazine; someone else gets The New Yorker. If the Bloomberg cover is tempting and not damp or sticky, I will consider it. I pulled a True Blood DVD box set out not long ago, which I immediately gave to Sara who was just arriving with the kids. Unabashedly, I tossed it into her car and used the unfortunate phrase ‘dumpster dive’ in my honest recounting of how I came to possess it. I was excited. Megan remembers things.
Megan has the habit of picking up pamphlets when they are displayed at pharmacies, for example, or at interstate rest areas. I find them in my backseat. They say things like “Explore Wisconsin” or “Save Money On Your Medicare” or “What You Need To Know About Your Colonoscopy.”
I saw a bobcat. I was driving home from work at dusk and it ran in big strides across the road. It stopped in some grass and looked sideways at me and was unmistakable. I enjoy nature as much as anyone; I fish and hunt every year. But my excitement was surprisingly intense, to the point I felt an impulse to self-criticize for being childish. I was as excited as Michael would be. Although, am I that foolish? I mean wild bobcats are cool, right? So are red foxes. Those hawks circling overhead? Yeah, they’re pretty kickass too, let’s face it. Bears, wolfs, whales, giant squids? You betcha! Ancient Egypt. Dinosaurs. Outer space. One Direction.... just makin' sure you're payin' attention. As for the rest, however, it's nice that kids remind us.
uh oh. When I see people in waiting areas in the hospital there is this certain ’type’ that pocket all our pamphlets and newsletters. I’m almost positive I’ve seen the same people on A&E’s ‘Hoarders’. You never know. Could start at any age and we just think it’s ‘cute’ when they are small (and our kids). Hm. Wonder if all our pamphlets from Northwestern are in your back seat.
ReplyDeleteI’ve never seen a bobcat and actually when I read the title of your blog, I thought ‘oh-he’s going to talk about pick-up trucks….boring’. ha. It’s funny you mention bears, wolves, whales and giant squids all in one sweep. I cringed as it seemed all to familiar to me but in a ‘those items can be found on a menu in Korea’ kind of way.
Oh yes, doctor's offices and hospitals have TONS of pamphlets. Megan would be in heaven. Maybe that's where we confront this demon, however, and put an end to it! I've never been to Korea, but in China, yes, you can find morsels of every one of the things I mentioned on menus, I'm pretty sure, except mummies and dinosaurs and aliens... although, maybe at the REALLY swanky places....
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