Beauty

Alas, the sun is shining so bright on this beautiful Saturday morning and all the half man can do is laze around watching stupid kiddy shows on the telly after moaning and groaning about being woken up at near 10. There is something inherently wrong when a person in the first burst of youth is not inspired by the beauty around him.

Spring break is nearly over for the boy. He has uncomplainingly spent the entire week at home because we did not plan any trip. Except for the occasional harrassing calls to the office in the midst of conference calls or meetings. Imploring me to come home to him.

I had a nice long walk around the dirt track yesterday when the two were out for the boy's tennis lesson. Bliss, with the music in my ears, the sun beaming down and peace and quiet all around. Watching a father coaching his 3 young sons on baseball as I walked round and round, spending bonding time as fathers should. So the sons grow up strong imbued with the right values. He was patient, even with the youngest who wailed for a long while probably because he was too young to really enjoy the sport and was getting bored.

And the three ladies, one of way above normal girth, also using the track. It was funny watching them as they pass me by going the opposite direction. One obviously very athletic and a jogger, one trying her best to emulate the first yet keeping the third company. And the big one, trying to catch her breath, obviously straining and wheezing. And giving up after only several rounds. Life has its moments. The one who needs it most has the hardest time.

It is awfully beautiful in San Ramon this time of year, with the mountains lush and green from the winter. The tree pollens have me sneezing and dripping but I gladly pay the price. The cold of winter is over and the days get longer with each passing moment. The leaves are sprouting and waving in the wind and the kids are out playing. On the way to the track, I passed by three young boys taking turns on a three wheeled skate-bike, for want of a better name, and they cheerfully said hello to me and told me about the bike. Now why couldn't my boy be more outdoorsy like that? American kids seem to be brought up to have more confidence in themselves.

I am so going for another long walk today. I hope the young man joins me but he has tennis in an hour or so and may be too grouchy again. Me? I am going to enjoy spring as much as I can. It is only fair to mother nature.