I planted grass in my back yard nearly a week ago. Not sod. I threw an abundance of grass seed and covered it with lawn soil and then I did a little jig before I watered it, hoping the grass fertility gods would bless my bare ground.
I have been faithfully keeping it moist and I wondered to myself I could have bought sod and then just watered that for a few weeks.
It dawned on me, I wanted to see the little blades poke up because I actually planted grass. Sod is wonderful, but it is make believe if you think you planted grass. Sod is laying down a rug, not planting grass.
Way too much make believe out there.
Teenagers are growing up thinking they “did dishes” when all they did is load the dishwasher. Make Believe dishwashing.
All ages are thinking they made breakfast when they popped frozen waffles in the toaster and microwaved pre-cooked bacon. Make Believe cooking breakfast.
I re
member my tadpole years and my home was filled with the aroma of baking bread, my Mom baked everyday it seemed. No wonder because fresh baked bread and home made jam evaporated quickly between myself and my hollow legged friends. Real deal bread and melt in the mouth butter and jam.
My Dad even taught me to make my own kite, he bought the balsa wood and the string sure, but after that it was home made. I look back at that with pride that he took the time to do that with me, it took way more time than a bought one. Home made kite and Dad time.
It seems to me that now days are filled with screens and electronic doo dads that aren’t an improvement in every situation. .
I tried an electronic version of Monopoly once. Make Believe Monopoly, no thanks.
I worry if in this age of Tweets, and Facebook – are we in danger of Make Believe relationships?
I love looking across at the faces and into the eyes of people I care about when I play Monopoly, or Sequence. That’s real to me, it wouldn’t be the same on Skype or connected by a screen.
Can a Make Believe emoji hug, replace the tug on my heart when I hold someone I love in my arms? No. Sure I love to stay in touch with persons far away just like we all do but I think humans crave the dimension of touch in our relationships
May your day today have a real hug, a rib cracking, toes off the ground hug remind you that life is about relationships, real ones, not make believe. Just Too Much Make Believe and not enough of what really lasts.








It was a short walk to the coffee shop. They talked about little things, and it was good to chat about their stuff. The coffee shop was practically empty. Youngish coffee barista’s encouraged them to buy food but they stuck to their coffee, his dark, and hers something latte made from a virgin camel milked at midnight by a prince as he pretended to choke at the price. She stuck out her tongue. He smiled, and was happy to pay.


