kelly,rubber ducky


You know when you’re driving to the cottage, or grandma’s place, or the water park, and the kids all start asking, “Are we there yet?”

Well, that’s how it feels sometimes for me in the middle of the week.

And it’s not because I’m looking for a break from a busy work week. It’s actually me looking for a faster pace of activities. I’m just like those kids, bored with the work week and needing my days to get busy for me.

Can we get an amen here?

I know, I work from home. And I get to do some pretty cool things in the work week.

But they’re scheduled. And even when they come along, they seem to be very regimented.

Are they done yet?

Yesterday I got to watch a giant rubber duck being inflated. I was taken along as the photographer to a press meet.

There were speeches. Why do people need to talk when a giant rubber duck is being inflated? Or more pointedly, why do I need to listen to them talk AND be quiet while they talk? There’s a giant rubber duck being inflated right behind you!!!

Go, run, be free …

Thankfully I was turned loose to photograph. I didn’t have to participate in the press scrum that ensued.

See, if that had happened, I would have made way too many comments and listened to way too few answers. And even if I’d thought to take notes, I wouldn’t have been able to read them anyway.

What have we learned here?

When I was a younger man, I often would have a carload of nephews and nieces to take to some destination that was always better than being stuck in a car. About half way there (how did they know we were half way?) they would always start asking that time honored question, “Are we there yet.”

I always marveled at it, since they could clearly see that we had not arrived, so I always said, “Yes.”

Bright kids

On other occasions I’d tell them that we still had several days of travel ahead of us. They always knew I was lying. And it always had the effect it was calculated to have. They would laugh.

And then they would figure out that being stuck in a car with crazy old uncle Kelly wasn’t maybe the worst thing that could happen.

Bright uncle

Having ADHD is kind of like part of my brain is a kids brain. Actually, it’s exactly like that, since what has happened is that part of my brain failed to develop into that stagnant adult state they refer to as neuro-typical.

So I learned that, in this big old boring world, it’s sometimes important to lie to children, it’s sometimes important to find the amusing side of things, it’s sometimes important to know how your brain works, and it’s always important to be yourself.

So is it Friday yet?

Yes, it is.

And I’m excited.

And excited is a good thing for me to be. And if you’ll excuse me, I have a weekend to enjoy. Monday is coming all too soon.