Nelson needs a hobby. So many choices. Where to begin? Something that involves the mind, requires some physical activity, and brings pleasure,learning, and the reward of achievement. Ah! One is never too young to pick up an inexpensive camera to see the world through a different lens!
Poor Nelson abandoned in the Twilight Zone in a house with 1950’s old people when people in their 60s were really old. I am 70 and know a lot of people my age and older and none of them act as old as Opal/Earl.
Nelson you need to learn to read, find a hobby. Other people do not exist just to entertain you. One good thing is at least you aren’t stuck on a tv or some other screen.
The Dangling ConversationSimon & GarfunkelIt’s a still-life watercolorOf a now-late afternoonAs the sun shines through the curtain laceAnd shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffeeCouched in our indifferenceLike shells upon the shoreYou can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsThe borders of our lives
And you read your Emily DickinsonAnd I my Robert FrostAnd we note our place with book markersThat measure what we’ve lost
Like a poem poorly writtenWe are verses out of rhythmCouplets out of rhymeIn syncopated time
And the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsAre the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matterWith words that must be saidCan analysis be worthwhile?Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly fadedAnd I only kiss your shadowI cannot feel your handYou’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsIn the borders of our lives
Ratkin Premium Member about 3 years ago
And you wonder why kids bury themselves in phones and game consoles
Concretionist about 3 years ago
Be still my heart! Note that, my kinda fun also includes picking grass seeds out of my socks and clipping my fingernails…
GreyMouser about 3 years ago
I’m sittin’ here at two in the morning reading comics. And ain’t we havin’ fun
eromlig about 3 years ago
Counting flowers on the wall is LOADS of fun, too.
Cornelius Noodleman about 3 years ago
Spinning around in an office chair is a lot of fun.
Bullet Bronson Premium Member about 3 years ago
Translation: Time to go home, Nelson.
C about 3 years ago
I learned that senility is fun
cubswin2016 about 3 years ago
Ooh, let’s not get too crazy now.
Sanspareil about 3 years ago
Nelson! You need to create your own fun!
Old fossilized relatives are not to be relied on for fun!
The Old Wolf about 3 years ago
I pity Nelson. There are other families out there, even with old folks, who don’t think having fun is a sin.
iggyman about 3 years ago
After this we will go out and watch the grass grow!
GROG Premium Member about 3 years ago
Let the good times roll.
juicebruce about 3 years ago
Nelson use your brain and create your own fun ;-)
Thechildinme about 3 years ago
Nelson needs a hobby. So many choices. Where to begin? Something that involves the mind, requires some physical activity, and brings pleasure,learning, and the reward of achievement. Ah! One is never too young to pick up an inexpensive camera to see the world through a different lens!
Doug K about 3 years ago
There can be fun in almost anything you do. Isn’t that right, Mary Poppins? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_L4qauTiCY4
tremaine53 about 3 years ago
Giving the grandson no hope that his adulthood is something to look forward to. What could be more fun than THAT?!?
jagedlo about 3 years ago
Can you give us your definition of “fun”, Nelson?
1953Baby about 3 years ago
HEY! Don’t knock knitting. . .or crocheting. . .or quilting. . .or wood working. . .or, ya know, artisanal hobbies. . .more people should have ’em. . .
Zebrastripes about 3 years ago
Nelson is always raring to go…Earl and Opal on the other hand……
Redd Panda about 3 years ago
Just sittin’ around, waiting for the Grim Reaper.
Fun Fact… In Japan, the call him ’’Shinigami’’.
wongo about 3 years ago
I’m on the beach in Belize with a beautiful blond bikini model. Guess how much fun I’m having ?
ANIMAL about 3 years ago
Hey…… HERE’s an idea – STOP HANGING OUT WITH YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND GO MAKE SOME FRIENDS..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gen.Flashman about 3 years ago
Poor Nelson abandoned in the Twilight Zone in a house with 1950’s old people when people in their 60s were really old. I am 70 and know a lot of people my age and older and none of them act as old as Opal/Earl.
hk Premium Member about 3 years ago
Nelson you need to learn to read, find a hobby. Other people do not exist just to entertain you. One good thing is at least you aren’t stuck on a tv or some other screen.
Teto85 Premium Member about 3 years ago
And later tonight, Parcheesi!!!!!
Mayor Snorkum about 3 years ago
Give the kid a roll of bubble wrap. He’ll be happily occupied for hours.
Queen of America about 3 years ago
We only ever see Nelson with the grandparents. Doesn’t he have any friends?
zeexenon about 3 years ago
Study her finger movements, Nelson. It will come in in handy when you’re 12 or 13.
KEA about 3 years ago
fun is where you find it I guess
christelisbetty about 3 years ago
“If that’s not fun, I don’t know what is.” Kind of answered your own question Earl. --How come Nelson’s hair looks like Curious George’s owner’s hat?
PaintTheDust about 3 years ago
Earl’s last line: truer words were never spoken…
Ed Brault Premium Member about 3 years ago
The Dangling ConversationSimon & GarfunkelIt’s a still-life watercolorOf a now-late afternoonAs the sun shines through the curtain laceAnd shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffeeCouched in our indifferenceLike shells upon the shoreYou can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsThe borders of our lives
And you read your Emily DickinsonAnd I my Robert FrostAnd we note our place with book markersThat measure what we’ve lost
Like a poem poorly writtenWe are verses out of rhythmCouplets out of rhymeIn syncopated time
And the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsAre the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matterWith words that must be saidCan analysis be worthwhile?Is the theater really dead?
And how the room has softly fadedAnd I only kiss your shadowI cannot feel your handYou’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversationAnd the superficial sighsIn the borders of our lives