MY cane is better than YOUR cane

MY cane is better than YOUR cane

Hey everyone, top of the mornin to ya.  Trailblazer here with ANOTHER blog of what?? NONSENSE.. So my 4th blog is called “MY Cane is better than YOUR Cane…” And just what does it pertain to? Yup you guessed it …. walking canes.. MOST specifically my Dad’s (again also known as Bro, George, Sonny and quite often we are known to call each other “ a pono sto golo”! Translation??? A pain in the buttocks in Greek) walking cane.

So as we get older our roles reverse in the sense that my father who once took care of me helping me with my homework, and in life poor guy, had the patience of a saint by the way..Which also by the way I am proud to say that he passed that AMAZING quality down on to me…Because let me tell you all, being honest here and quite frank I don’t catch on very easily, if I catch on a all..For it took him countless hours to teach me math on that yellow round table (that my parents got in the 70’s, love it freaking love it for it has such sentimental value to me) that we used as a chalkboard, for we would write on it in pencil and then at the end of “said” session wash it off…Genius/brilliant idea my dad had..A table as a chalkboard..freaking genius which I still have and love by the way for it is very special to me as you all probably can surmise.. Again several hours for him to etch into my brain that 2 plus 2 is 4…Ok not that easy but math???  My worst subject… Anyway over and over he would try again “No Chrissy let’s try it this way…” Never ONCE did he get irritated at me..over and over again until I FINALLY got it…And let me tell you some how some way because of his patience I knew that I would leave that yellow round and amazing table knowing “said” information what prior too made me cry like a baby (hence my coined named Cry Baby Chrissy from my siblings…She’s going to cry again.. She’s going to cry again” Is what I heard a lot…)   So breaking it down to you what I brought to the yellow round table was a boat load of anxiety.. I would cry my brains out because I knew it was going to be a challenge for me…But yet ALWAYS I left knowing and understanding what I feared all because my father had patience with me.  The art of patience is such a gift..Not many people have it…Anyway just had to share with you my what? Yes yellow round table..I just love her…

So flashing forward as the rolls reverse somewhat, in that I take him to his appointments, make sure he religiously is taking his medicines and boy you betta believe I am on him like a fly is on poop or a moth is drawn to a flame  about that…Just ask him for he will tell you..A lot of times that is where “a pono sto golo” comes into play..  “Chrissy your a pain in the butt” etc.  But in all honesty here, I am very grateful and fortunate at the fact that I am able to give back to the man who so generously gave to me and be there for him…..And this my friend’s is where the cane comes into play.   

First, let me explain the history of his cane…My dad won it via raffle ticket…Something like 62 years ago. He was in college, at the University of Massachusetts studying to be an engineer, and got chosen with other students to work for the summer in Washington D.C for the Navy (F.Y.I My dad would eventually go on to become an Officer in the Navy) for they had a meet and greet type of party so he could meet the other students that also were chosen. That is where they handed out the free raffle ticket…So it cost him nothing… So what do I always say people? without further ado here it is, drum roll palleeezzze….His cane.

Will you just look at his cane, for the cane has an amazing personality and quite honestly speaks for itself…It was hand carved beautifully in Mexico and the detail is QUITE exquisite. So whenever I take him to his appointments whether it be the coumadin clinic, doctors etc.  You are sure to hear him say “Chrissy (as he is scouting/scanning around him) my cane is better than her/his cane…” And you know what? I got to be honest with you he is right.. it is to the point in which that I am now also scouting everyone’s canes and comparing and confirming what we already know…” Yup Dad your can is not better than theirs for it is the BEST!”..

Oh and by the way, the cane does have a dual purpose. Not only is it good for walking, it is also good for for  entertaining purposes. For I often find myself taking the cane, and doing  sort of a dance with it, singing “Start Spreading the News…” by Frank Sinatra. But definitely in a Marilyn Monroe voice, all the while simultaneously and creatively moving “said” cane, sliding my one foot in a half-moon circular direction, so that my toe ends up pointing behind me…At which point we are laughing because A. I suck at singing and B. quite honestly I look MOST definitely ridiculous…But I got to admit it sure is fun and very funny.  

So as we rolled into the doctor’s office (we literally rolled into the office in a wheelchair) a very nice elderly lady immediately said to my Dad… “I love your cane…”..With a beaming smile he then told her the story of the cane..

So people, the takeaway here is to PLEASE be patient. Realize that the rolls will reverse in some way shape or form someday.  And be thankful and fortunate that you are able to be there…And MOST definitely start comparing canes…compare, compare, compare..

And as always love yourself your beautiful just the way you are for there’s only one unique you, be kind to others and have patience….And finally and MOST importantly thank you Jesus and always have faith…Over and out.