I felt very bad that I was so cross with Bear. I sat outside in the sun and thought about everything that had happened and I knew I couldn’t make him stay in his room for two days. But if I let him come out after everything I had said I would need to have a very good explanation. As it happened Duck turned up … Continue reading A lesson for Bear et al.
I had a comment – not published – from someone who wondered that my recent conversations with Bear and Duck might indicate that I am not well. Believe me, I still have many diatribes not yet posted. I am well and enjoying the freshness of the contacts that I make with people when Bear is with me. But I was prompted to post a few … Continue reading The child in us.
“You’re grounded Bear.” “What do you mean,John? Why am I grounded.” “You know exactly why you are grounded.” “How long for?” “Two days. Duck can’t come over for biscuits. You will stay in your room until tomorrow night. And for meals you can have toast with vegemite but no butter and no honey and only water. Not milk.” “But Duck will come today for biscuits.” … Continue reading Bear is grounded!
“Bear,” I said. “I’ve put some biscuits on the table outside for you and Duck.” “Why don’t you do it when Duck comes to visit. That’s how you always do it.” “Because I won’t be here, Bear,” I said. “Where will you be?” Bear asked. “I need to go for a drive to Geelong to visit my sister and her two girls.” “Can I come? … Continue reading Bear meets his Grandparents.
Do you remember Chemistry class at school. My Chemistry teacher was a crazy, wild, long haired bloke – Bernie Rechter. Had a bit of a theatrical flair as many Chem teachers had. Do you remember the day your Chem teacher came in with two flasks of clear liquid that looked like water. We all dipped our finger in and hesitantly licked and it was salty. … Continue reading Precipitation!
I took Bear to meet his Grandparents yesterday. More to come. On the way home there was quite a sunset. Continue reading Sunset near Barwon River at Barabool.
The next day I went in to see what Bear was doing but I couldn’t find him anywhere. This was becoming a habit. I needed to go shopping so I went to the car and there was Bear, just sitting. “What are you doing out here, Bear?” I asked. “Waiting for you.” “What for?” “You said we are going to see my family.” “Not just … Continue reading Bear meets his family.
“John!” said Bear crawling up and sitting in front of the television set. “I am watching the news Bear. Can it wait?” “No John. It is important. You can watch the news later.” I switched off. “Well Bear. What is so important?” “Duck told me that she has a mother duck and there are other ducks where she lives.” “Yes. So what do you … Continue reading Bear’s family.
This is a re-post. It is not true. It is a story I wrote one night in the middle of the night and I forgot I had written it but it was on my computer desktop we I woke up. I think it might be my own little way of crying for the world’s sake. But I don’t really know. The Document Box I have … Continue reading The Document Box
I put Bear in bed and closed the door. Then I sat down to write something about the state of the world. I had just started when Bear came out. “What are you writing about now?” he asked. “Nothing you’d understand.” “Try me,” he said. “All right, Mr Smarty Pants. I’ve been worrying about the problems in the Middle East.” “I’ve no idea what you … Continue reading Bear and Persia and the state of the world.