Questions? I get plenty.
For the A to Z Challenge today, Q is for Questions. I’m loaded with them here at the CD. Every Friday, I pick five questions at random from a list of 400 from my kids to answer. It began as a Five for Friday feature I stole picked up from Katherine Roady’s blog.
I knew the day I ran a guest post on a Friday instead of Go Ask Daddy and got negative feedback that my kids’ questions were here to stay.
Grace created today’s main art, as she has several times during this challenge. She also gave me an idea for today. “Pick your 25 favorite Go Ask Daddy questions!” (She aims for the stars, that one.)
I didn’t make it to 25, but Coach Daddy was a sitcom and this was one of those reminiscing episodes … well, here’s just a few I picked up from along the way.
1. Is Elvis dead?
The evidence is overwhelming. Against it.
- Sightings in Kalamazoo and Ottawa
- A quick funeral (a day after his death)
- Inconsistencies in his death certificate
- Conspiracy theories that revolve around mafia involvement, a wax-figure corpse in his coffin and a job today as a DEA agent
- A flower delivered after his death to a former lover from “El Lancelot,” a pet name only she would have known
- We also have elvis-is-alive.com and the Elvis is Alive 5K
There’s also an autopsy report, though. It says Elvis Aron Presley, sufferer of hypertension and heart problems and just a bit older than your daddy, died of natural causes. And two Elvis is Alive museums have closed their doors.
No one believed the hype. It’s as if Elvis has left the buildings.
Today, we have Elvis Grbac, Elvis Dumervil, and Renelvis, a Mexican Elvis impersonator. And a legacy of bluesy, edgy, gyrating rock and roll that changed American pop forever. Thankyouverymuch.
2. Do you still go to the gym every day?
Here’s what I’ve found: I do love to run. I’m surprised at what I can do when I run. People younger and thinner than me have finished behind me in the two 5Ks I’ve run. I even downloaded a workout app that had me doing lat pulls and the military press.
They’re fun, for a while, until they’re not.
Disc golf, played in horrid humidity or enormous, cold rain drops, is always fun. It’s fun, even when you’re 21 over par and have just chucked a disc into the lake. It’s also fun in the winter, with bitter wind or heavy snow. I love to play.
I love the hike and the vitamin D and problem solving.
Problems I get myself into. My heart rate stays high and my mind stays sharp.
In this way, the world is my gym. Or at least the disc golf course is. And so long as my jeans still fit and I feel like a champ, that’s good enough for me.
3. What’s the point of corn flakes if they’re not frosted?
Let’s wrap up a post about compassion with something sweet.
Let me preface this ode to Frosted Flakes with this disclaimer. As a 43-year-old man, I can appreciate the plain corn flake. It’s the part of me that appreciates baseball before the designated hitter. Or Olivia Newton John before plastic surgery.
In the best of worlds, all athletes could pray together after a hard-fought game. Fish could swim hook-free and kids could enter their medical challenges with self-assuredness. People could bring girlfriends and boyfriends to church, even if they were a matching set and not complimentary pieces.
And may every bowl of flakes be frosted.
Go and do.
4. Daddy – would you die for me?
This one got a post all its own. Check it out here.