Switching On the Sun

Other than it’s one of my favorite breed of dogs, I’m retrieving gold this year as I turn “golden” ~ Five Zero! FIFTY!! The closest we got to having a Golden Retriever was having a Golden Dox. It’s a crossbreed between a Golden Retriever and a dachshund. He looked more like his dox (dachshund) father though. We named him Sandy. Sandy I’m like Sandy. He had the color (only the color though, not even the furry semblance) of a Golden Retriever, whereas for everything else, “dox” just about it. Sandy however was one strong dog who can actually pull something heavier than his own weight. Similarly, I’ve pulled and carried weighty setbacks as well as seemingly burdensome blessings-in-disguise. Not as obvious but Sandy seemed to have that strength of a big dog. I’ve carried “big dawgs and bigwigs” up their podiums. While it might even be attributable for that of their springtime or their golden era, I wasn’t formally conferred that “fair (golden)” level of recognition enough to be a “big dawg...

Today, we came from my daughter Chakai’s recognition day. It was actually their school’s 6th Commencement Exercise for grade school. Part of the program was to recognize the students’ exemplary curricular achievements. As we were told of such occasion with Chakai being among the honor-students, we were quite surprised to have heard her name called for one more award.  Though very proud of what Chakai has attained, I can’t seem to be contemptibly boastful of having my genes in her as the factor for her accomplishments. Hereditary reasons for ones’ own offspring’s success has been a common leg-puller for a story. The thing is it’s jokingly addressed with a confirming witticism. That’s alright. However, prior to this prideful day, one person was so proud of her “intellectual genetics” that she claims (through FB) of such to be the foundation of Chakai’s academic triumph. Apparently discontented of her assertion, she continued to validate their family’s innate ascendancy by decla...