Boogers – October 28, 2012

When I was a kid my dad used to work in the yard on weekends.  I remember him digging peat moss into flower beds before planting stuff.  Inevitably he’d end up with sweat and boogers dripping from the tip of his roman nose.  It was disgusting and I asked him how he could stand having that stuff just hanging there from the end of his nose, and why didn’t he wipe it away.  He said he’d never get anything done if he was continually wiping at the sweat (and boogers) dripping from the tip of his nose.

And so today I found myself working in the front yard digging up volunteer bridal wreath spirea shoots, and unidentified disgusting things were hanging from the tip of my nose, and a spider was rappelling from the tip of my hat and blocking my vision, and mosquitoes were buzzing my ears, and I was doing a pretty good job of ignoring it all until I realized I resembled my father, and I had to laugh.

A little bit later, as I was struggling to remove a tangle of roots from the soil, I exclaimed in frustration, “Come out of there you sons of bitches!”, and laughed again, because it was exactly the kind of curse my dad would have used. 

That's all - I just thought it was funny that I reminded me of my dad.