Happy Easter Dawgs!

Me: Beau. Why are you wearing a fedora?

Beau: It’s my Easter Bonnet, Louise.

Me: Why are you wearing an Easter bonnet then?

Beau: Duh! It’s Easter Sunday, Louise! Why wouldn’t I?

Me: I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a dawg and dawg’s don’t wear fedoras?

Beau: Ummm…. Louise, and I only ask this out of great love and concern… are you going a little senile?

Me: Beaumont! That’s not nice!

Beau: What’s not nice about asking a question to show my concern for your well-being?

Me: Well that would be nice. But how is asking me if I’m going senile showing concern for my well-being?

Beau: Duh again Louise. I’m asking because you asked why I’m wearing a fedora and you’re the one who put the fedora on me in the first place.

Me: Oh. That.

Beau: Yes Louise. That. And further to That… I’m not actually even wearing it! You put it on in Photoshop.

Me: Oh. That.

Beau: And so, I ask again, given your repeated ‘Oh. That’s’… Are you going senile? Your forgetfulness is rather alarming.

Me: But I didn’t forget anything. I just didn’t reflect on it.

Beau: And therein lies your oh so hooman nature. You don’t reflect. You just respond. Do. Repeat… Respond. Do. Repeat. Why don’t you pause. Reflect. And then… Respond?

Me: Reflect on what Beau?

Beau: Oh my grasshopper. This is worse than I thought.

Me: What’s worse than you thought, Beau?

Beau: Your hooman condition, Louise. it’s obvious you’ve got a long way before you can hop on the reflection train. So let’s begin where you’re at. Why did you put a fedora on my head and then ask why I’m wearing it?

Me: Ummm…. because I forgot I put the fedora on your head?

Beau: And I rest my case.

Me: And what case is that, Beau:

Beau: The case where your forgetfulness becomes cause for concern.

Me: But I didn’t forget today is Easter Sunday because of a man named Jesus who died on a cross. And that story’s over 2,000 years old!

Beau: Do you mind if I go back to bed Louise? You’re making my head hurt.

Me: (smiling gleefully) Does this mean I’ve finally won one of these conversations Beau?

Beau: Nope. It just means I don’t argue with old people. They always forget what the argument was about to begin with.

Me: But I’m not old Beau!

Beau: And there goes your ineffable nature of the hooman condition and its need to deny the obvious. Age is more than just a number. It’s a privilege. And, in your efforts to resist aging, you deny yourself the privilege of age. Baffledom. Baffledee. I’m old enough and wise enough to know when it’s futile to try to talk sense to you about age. I’m going back to bed.

And so he does and I am left wondering…. What is this thing called aging all about anyway?

Beau: Well hallalujah! Finally, you’re reflecting before responding. There’s hope for you yet Louise!

Me: Llet’s pray there’s hope for the whole world Beau. ‘Cause this ole’ world needs a whole lot of hope that humanity makes it through the chaos we’ve created on this planet. I pray we do, Beau. I pray we do.

Beau: Amen, sistah. Amen.

It is Easter Sunday. Beau and I wish everyone, no matter your faith or god, goddess, entity or other before whom you kneel that this day be filled with soulful celebration and reflection on what makes our world worth loving, not fighting over. We pray for all of us peace, love and harmony the world over.