No, I don't remember them all either, but can attest he is consistent with my delight in amusements that, in my advancing maturity, approximate the chewy consistency of doggy toys.
I began the interview with a question that had always been on my mind but I'd never asked: "Dear Uncle Eyeball, from what am I, and all earthly life descended?"
"That's easy,"he said. "You come from my generation of Stromatolites --collected on precambrian rocks in lagoons."
"Good heavens!" I gasped. "You mean we're descended from bacteria?" I dropped him.
"OOPS!" I said.
When he recovered his composure, Uncle Eyeball kindly said, "Don't worry, nephew. My generation is extremely elastic and durable.When I was a schoolboy, there were no history classes because there wasn't any history yet. Language was no less simple --'oops!' comprised the whole of human vocabulary.
"Thanks Uncle, your heart's in the right place."
"Well, the avuncular cardiac chamber is among the longest surviving --wherever it is. Its influence is permanent."
OMG GHEESUSKRIST, friend Geo … Such an awesome post … So much room to let in new thoughts and feelings or just hibernate … smiles. Wishing you a very happy Winter says this Alberta cat.
ReplyDeleteYou have a happy winter too, dear Cat. Uncle Eyeball usually flies south in November but he'll keep an eye on us.
DeleteUncle Eyeball is very wise most of the time. I do get the feeling that his thoughts wander a bit at times. Maybe it is to compensate for the presbyopia.
ReplyDeleteHis thoughts DO wander, Emma, and he wanders in pursuit of them. Sometimes he's gone for years.
DeleteUncle seems to be very much with 21st Century possibilities. That bouncing routine is particularly keen! And thanks for the link to the past adventures. Wonderful and mirth filled. Uncle also seems to be a bit more flexible these days. Best to Uncle and his nephew!
ReplyDeleteYes Tom, to his credit and delight, Uncle is exploring new frontiers of flexibility. He has also avoided dogs who think he is a chew-toy.
DeleteYikey! I wonder where I could find Uncle Eyeball. Or is he only YOUR Uncle? He looks to be almost as useful to have around as the Magic 8-Ball in these Trumpian Times.
ReplyDeleteDear Bruce, in addition to atria and ventricles Uncle Eyeball has an extra chamber in his heart: the avuncular fifth chamber that extends to the whole of living beings in the universe. It is very large and exists mostly in the 4th dimension. Yes, he is your uncle too! To find him, follow the signs --mainly those reading "Inquire Within".
DeleteI wandered around your posts in such a state of confusion until I decided to follow Mythbusters' wisdom: I deny your reality and substitute it with my own.
ReplyDeleteLiving with Uncle Eyeball would be living hell.
Dear Susan, the wisdom is sound."I deny your reality and substitute it with my own." is a very healthy posture, without which neither of us could be ourselves. Living with Uncle Eyeball can indeed be difficult, but not so extreme as living in Hell --Heck maybe.
DeleteI'm not as old as your uncle, but I remember when the wheel was invented. Some people denied that any such device could exist. We still have a lot of those people around.
ReplyDeleteJono, I agree thoroughly. They even deny being "around" because they are compulsively squared off in combat.
DeleteI echo your comment, "Good heavens!"
ReplyDeleteThanks Tom, it's an exclamation that has bounced off even more surfaces than Uncle Eyeball.
Delete"presbyopia, an age-related rigidity of the lens caused by upbringing in poorly lit Presbyterian churches" - hahahaha!
ReplyDeleteIt's true! It happened to me.
DeletePoor Uncle Eyeball. He has seen it all and has no lid to block out the nasty things in life. Maybe you should get him a patch.
ReplyDeleteI hope you and the lovely Norma have a nice Thanksgiving.
Uncle is ok, Arleen. He stores his nasty observations in his brain, which is in quite another dimension from his avuncle and his eye, which is in ours.
DeleteUncle Eyeball reminded me of how much I want to visit Shark's Bay in Australia and see living stromatolites. It doesn't bother me at all to think I might be descended from bacteria. I found Norma's photo of Uncle Eyeball disturbing because he seemed to have slipped out of a super freaky eye socket. And then I realized that was your hand ~ What can I say? I spent too much time in poorly lit Presbyterian churches when I was growing up. Have a good one ~ I may have nightmares! LOL
ReplyDeleteDear Louise, in fairness I must confess that all churches seemed poorly lit when I was a kid --or maybe it was just those morning services when my eyelids drooped. Sundays have doubtless always been puzzling to sleepy boys. But architecture has improved greatly over the past century. I shall be 69 in less than a month and, by that invertible number, may find some balance between morning and afternoon.
Delete...age-related rigidity of the lens caused by upbringing in poorly lit Presbyterian churches.
ReplyDeleteDidn't have a problem with dimly churches when I was growing up. Now long winded preachers, that's whole different can of worms.
Thanks for stopping by my blog. Cardiac issues are no fun.
Thank YOU for returning the visit. Never had a long-winded preacher. Ours was concise and to the point. Let the choir have their time and it was all over in about an hour. I didn't remain a Presbyterian but subscribe to the newsletter of Skidaway Island Presbyterian Church. Pastor of which is quite an intelligent fellow.
DeleteWe could all use an all-seeing Uncle Eyeball, dude. Or maybe not. Maybe we'd all be better off if we took a sip of wine and closed our eyes for just a moment... to sleep, perchance to dream of lost-lost days in dimly-lit churches with off-key singers (who always sang the loudest) and judgmental people who obviously didn't live in glass houses.
ReplyDeleteI hope you guys had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We are all thankful for you, and for your returning good health.
Dear Susan, I have used your excellent method of reminiscing to recall the hymn,"Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below." --as taught to me in childhood by my sister, who was certain it was "preachers", not "creatures". I still sing it as she taught and laugh. Universe will survive.
DeleteFunny, I woke up thinking of my uncle today. He passed 33 years ago. He had a great avuncular cardiac chamber, alas overtaxed by a short lifetime of abuse.
ReplyDeleteI ran out of uncles about that time too, Squid, and have felt short of kin ever since. And, yes, I too think of them often.
DeleteOf course, now I am one. That's important, too.
DeleteMost definitely important! My congratulations.
DeleteGeo
ReplyDeleteHow you doing, pal? Hope you're ok. Take care, my friend.
Mike.
Thanks Mike, Wish I had a better report --mainly dividing my time between moaning and getting stronger bit by bit. Walking more. Becoming some new kind of ok, I guess. Likewise hope you're ok.
DeleteHi, Geo! I stopped by to see how you were doing and wrote a comment. Then I went to check on something, and I am not sure if I published my comment or accidentally erased it. So I'll just say that I hope you are doing better every day and that I'm keeping you in my prayers. Regaining physical strength can be frustrating and painful. I'm rooting for you, one step, two steps, three steps, keep fighting on!
ReplyDeleteDoing my best. Thanks for thinking of me, Louise. It means a lot to me and helps me feel better.
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