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To: Justin C who wrote (61093)11/26/2001 6:01:18 PM
From: Crocodile  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
 
Nonetheless, it rings true. Yes, I know that the moments in life which bring us the greatest joy are the
intangible ones -- a child's smile, a baby's laugh, the company of loved ones. Those are the things that
sustain us, that give our lives focus and purpose. It's just that I've decided that finding comfort and
happiness in the tangible stuff is okay, too.


Reading this made me think of the "tangible stuff" that I brought home with assistance from Mr. Croc last Saturday. We were at a lake where there was a dam with a great heap of "drift" falling over one side of it. I climbed down into the debris and pulled out a very long piece of weathered cedar driftwood... a whole trunk off of a tree. When I started hauling it up the side of the dam, Mr. Croc shook his head and said, "I don't think that will fit in the van..." I suppose there must have been something rather dejected about the way I set the driftwood down on top of the concrete dam because, a minute later, Mr. Croc started folding down the back seats of the van and then managed to fit the whole tree trunk in, even though we had to drive home with a big section of root sticking up between the front seats, resting on the dashboard. Seems to me that a tree trunk has to be worth at least 2 EasyBake ovens, don't you think??

-croc



To: Justin C who wrote (61093)11/26/2001 7:17:58 PM
From: Rambi  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
That is a very nice column.
I've decided that finding comfort and happiness in the tangible stuff is okay, too.
Of course it is-- and the reason is, that it has nothing at all to do with the material quality-- what she is taking comfort is not what she's valuing at all. The love her husband showed in buying her that Easy Bake Oven or that Croc's hubby showed cramming that wood in, is just as intangible as the child's laugh-- and as tangible as whatever MADE the child laugh.
I had an Easy Bake Oven though, and those little teeny cakes were better than anything I've ever eaten before or since. Probably because I I I made them, with my mother helping.
The day before Thanksgiving I decided to make an Apple Cake for the feast. I wore an apron my mother had made me 25 years ago, and the recipe was my sister-in-law's for a cake that she sent to us every Christmas for years, and I was using my mother's cakepans, and I had gotten out the Christmas music that I always listen to every year in a certain order. I started to cry into the batter, as the continuity and the connections, the way we live on even after we are separated or die, touched me. I was so overwhelmed I rushed to the computer to send an e-mail to my brother telling him how wonderful it all was.

Neither he nor Carole has responded which makes me think maybe they just raised their eyebrows and thought-- hmm, she's drinking and cooking again.