... that artists have to be dingy? This is the SECOND time we've gotten a phone call from his majesty that he had left his keys where he couldn't use them to drive home. First time, they were locked in Office Depot (where he works); this time, they were - where else? - in the locked car itself. Sigh. Do other parents ever wonder WHAT their children will do when they are no longer around to tidy up their dingy-ness??? I suppose he figures he'll snag some woman to take care of him. Lord have mercy on her soul! She'll need the patience of a saint. And I want to hear no sniggering about how, well, *I* managed to find one.
Many artists are dingy. I have my dingy moments, but they are not forgetful kind of dingy. It's a different dingy.
ReplyDeleteDing-ding-a-ding.
Okay, here is the answer to all of your problems. I know it works because I did it myself. I bought a wallet that has a KEY HOLDER under the flap inside where the cash goes. I made a copy of my car key AND house key and put them there many years ago and never had a problem since.
ReplyDeleteBut if you use this surefire solution, you will owe me a THIRD beer. (You already owe me two. But who's counting. . . . Actually, I think this would be worth a bottle of George Dickel No.12, judging from the desperate tone of your post. Or Wild Turkey.)
Yes, all artists are dingy. Most musicians too. Goes with the turf.
ReplyDelete...yes, all artists are, I prefer to say, "distracted". And it goes with the gift (or curse).
ReplyDeleteI snagged a guy who has learned to deal with my strange ways, and in return I have taken him for some wonderful wild places that he might not otherwise have known existed. It's a two way street, at least that's what he tells me...I think it's the truth.
However, choosing to marry one is one thing, having two daughters who are both musicians and artists is something he didn't bargain for, but he's adjusted.
The dingyness multiplies exponentially. He could tell you some stories.
Lost keys? (unless it was the middle of February, and the locksmith couldn't get the car open, and the extra set was at home, over four hours away, you got off easy).
The second time it happened, her fear of Dad's wrath and her artistic creativity paid off. She learned that some Ford keys will open some Chevys....don't ask me where she got the notion to even try...no recognizable logic applies in their world.
Or try telling your dad you dropped your violin (for the third time in less than a year) down the stairs, but at least it was in the case.
Or "Dad, the school that offered me a four year full ride, is trying to just buy a good violinist as a ringer for their poor orchestra and I will lose ground if I even spend a year here"....this one almost killed him, but she was right absolutely right. (prelude to a real wild ride...that is still going on).
One of them now has had a paying job in a good orchestra for almost 5 years and helped put herself through college.
The other...we are still waiting....she's played back up violin for several recordings, and we now go to bookstores and coffee houses instead of the Concert halls (I really miss Bach) to hear her play....they pay her in free CD's and food. When her basic needs move beyond CD's and free music, she can also give lessons and charge 30 dollars an hour.
Patience.
I have some CD's I could give you to help pass the time
nan
Nan,
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain. LOL! Distracted is a much nicer word than dingy. I'm going to appropriate it.
William,
Too true.
Philip,
Ha! You would think!!! BUT said young man also refuses - I mean refuses - to carry his wallet: "It's uncomfortable." He just sticks in his pocket whatever he happens to remember he might need and walks out the door. So the key in the wallet would 9 times out of 10 be left sitting on his bedroom floor!!!
Lucciola,
A different kind of dingy. I like that.
Pax!
Does not carry a wallet?! Okay, then that leaves you just one option for securing an extra key to his body.
ReplyDeleteYes, this too is why God gave us duct tape. I suggest around an ankle.
I'm more "odd" than dingy, although I have my dingy moments. I suppose the chemistry minor part of me helps offset the dinginess.
ReplyDeleteMathematicians suffer the same malady. On the other hand, chemistry is a useful antidote. It's grounded in the reality of matter.
ReplyDeleteBy any chance are you putting me in that 'dingy' catagory?
ReplyDeleteUm, well, um.... YEAH!
ReplyDeleteI locked my keys in the car two or three times while living at home, and somehow have survived... I'm sure my saintly wife has something to do with it.
ReplyDeletehaven't done it as much in the adult years. Though there was the time I walked out of the locked parsonage and discovered that my car keys were not in my pocket - and said saintly wife was half an hour away at work. And I had a funeral to get to. At the congregation in Ruma, 5 miles away. And the funeral sermon was on the computer at the Evansville church. Behind the locked door to my study. Thank the Lord that He helped me find one trustee with the key to the parsonage, and another with a key to my study.
and I'm no musician, nor artist. much more mathematical... which sounds so appealing lately with the reluctant catechumens I've been having to deal with.
He needs to marry a pharmacist like I did. They're VERY organized.
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