Though not being an identified card expert

Did certainly know what a ‘Full House’ conveyed

So was well prepared when

My own house was FULL

Oh how to paint this picture for you

In many ways nothing new

Multiple style changes and moves

Had ensured the house was well packed

With seemingly nothing missing

In any room

But lurking in the attic or basement

Potential replacements too cute

To leave in the consignment store

Thought my house was full then

But a child divorces

Enough said, out with the old

But my precious Mother-in law passes

And the flood of memories cascade

Even I feel at peace sleeping

In a bed bought in 1952

Finally I have my Full House

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Ah the advantages of a second chance

Usually at work by 5

Relegated my favorite friend

To early morning child care

While working her own job

Now however with grown children

Working, their children have

Periodically slipped into my province

Which might include

‘Chick filet’ or bowling or

Whatever I deem necessary for their life enrichment

Sometimes you don’t realize what you missed the first time around

Don’t even know if there was hip hop 49 years ago

When my first child was born

Got to see a lot of ballet and recitals

Well now the extra curriculum choices are in my domain

Or should I say

Being decided by whichever grandchild I’m guiding that day

Well today, i am following around my ten year old grandchild

Whose father I definitely know did not ‘hip-hop’

Small class of 6 from 6-10

A suspicion the teacher was deaf

The music so loud as to reverberate the walls

But the result was pure delight

Phones were out to film

The latest potential ‘America’s Got Talent’ participants

With the class over the teacher invited the parents

To an adult hip hop class that very night

At 8, right

A smiling mother, rather impishly asked me

Would I be there

My reply just as coy

If they have ballroom hip hop

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Fortunately the pursuit of pleasure

Is a life long goal

Many examples of this drive exist

The first sip of hot coffee on a cold morning

Slowly reaching the farthest nerve endings

Ignite a need to recreate this sensation

Every morning, that morning jolt is craved

But recreating that sensation is quite difficult

There is a preponderance of evidence

That pleasure is an illusion, a false memory of the past

And yet such a difficult lesson to learn

Examples abound

That one more drink will increase the fun at a party

Will butter pecan ice cream be sweeter than pistachio

Or even if intimacy is great more intimacy would be unimaginable

When really the truth is that pain is avoided if possible

And yet, and yet is it possible

That pleasure is the absence of pain

That the pursuit is not for pleasure

But for happiness

Now there is a ‘can of worms’

I’d save this thought for next time

But I’m on a roll

Have heard that happiness of necessity is not acquired but given

At its subliminal level

The definition of good and evil

FXC 1/18/2020

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