photoset: ma and pa

This picture is so symbolic to me. It was taken at my grandparents house. It perfectly represents them. Y’all wouldn’t understand, cause ya don’t know them. But here’s the deal….

Ma loves plants… and she certainly has a special touch when it comes to growing them. I mean, we’ll buy plants at the same time, same place, same plant, I’ll take perfect care of mine (so I think), but then I go visit her, and her’s are like 10x bigger than mine lol. Anything she touches GROWS! I’ve never been able to get coleus to grow from seed… but here we have a fine example of how much plants love Ma, a cute little coleus babe, growing freely in front of the walkway… not planted… it just wanted to be there. 

Pa is a “mechanic”… and he certainly has his own way of doing things! He’ll take a good running car, and find 10 things “wrong” with it. He’ll say “well this doesn’t need to be here!” as he’s pulling wires out from under the hood. Sometimes he fixes things, sometimes they never run right again. lol. In the most recent years, he’s been tinkering with old riding lawnmowers. He’ll take pieces from this and that, puts them together, cuts scrap metal to build parts, fabricating the entire mower into something different. He takes the blades off, and makes them into little “tractors”. Just something to keep him busy. He can never sit still, sometimes we worry about him cause he wears himself out, but really… it’s what keeps him going. It’s what makes him happy. He’s always been such a hard worker. And quite crafty I must add! 

This picture just means so much to me. I don’t know why, but I love it so much. It portrays both of them. Ma, and how plants love her… and Pa, with his many projects, nuts and bolts scattered everywhere. I just love it. I love my family so much. I’m SO blessed to have such amazing grandparents. They have made me so much of who I am. Forever grateful for them. <3

Two drinks down. then another round. Crashing in the same town my parents found when they were still in love. Two more days ‘til I leave again, gave up 'cause you always win. Maybe I can just pretend that I’m settling down. I’m a thief, I’m a liar, I’m a fake. Never take what I deserve it’s my mistake. Two more months till I’m home and I’m sick of wasting all my time. Maybe I’m just stale and I can’t admit. Over analyze, never sympathize, I don’t really care tonight. Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth, drink until I feel alive. A sick old soul with a cardboard box for lungs
not the religious type but I spoke in many tongues. I’m a dead man, dead man walking. I’m a dead man, dead man talking
I’ve tried to be a good man, tried to keep my thoughts in check.
My father was always right and my mother was a train wreck. I’m a sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck. A sick fuck, a sick fuck with good luck. Over analyze, never sympathize, don’t really care tonight. Rotting in these streets, grinding up my teeth, drink until I feel alive.
—  Landon Tewers (The Plot In You) 
“Ma And Pa”