“Yeah…..like that” I said, as I looked down at Macon. And I thought about all the fresh idioms of his generation that I love to use whenever I can. “Yeah, like that.” Is one of them. Ok, so it’s not really an idiom in the usual sense, but a phrase that gets its value from a clever, maybe ironic application.
When my son and his friends were talking about their ‘bling’ a few years ago, I had a lot of fun messing it up terribly. I didn’t really get it right away, and while now I understand that bling is simply a name for stuff, namely, fancy or highly valued stuff (I do get it now, don’t I? One can never really be sure about these things.), I engaged the word mindlessly and I always got to see my son’s eyes go rolling around all over his face. I’d say things like, “Bling bling!” when his friend came in the house, or, “Tell him I said “Bling” when you see him”.
Another young man had a habit that I really enjoyed. If I said “That cat is fuzzy”, he’d say “YOU’RE fuzzy!” And if I said “I got this shirt at Wal Mart”, he’d say “YOU’RE a Wal Mart.” It always cracked me up, but finally began to wear off when one day I said “I’m a carpenter.”, and he said “YOU’RE a carpenter.” Good one. NOT!
That’s another one that is fun to use, especially if you set it up right, which I can never do….NOT!
Anyway, poor Macon just started roofing yesterday, and now he’s rolling around down there on the ground. He was rather fortunate to miss the fence and that thorny red bush, but he’s holding his ankle and making a lot of noise about it. Could be worse; it could be me down there.
He seemed to be listening pretty well when I was showing him how to shingle. Placing the starter row, spacing 6 inches, lining up with the red lines every four rows, blah blah blah (I like that one too. It’s like the generic version of the more branded “Yadda yadda yadda”, if you know what I mean).
Safety is always a big issue in construction, and paying attention regarding the various dangers is simply a good idea. I know I went out of my way to show Macon how easy it can be to ‘hammer jack’ yourself right off the edge.
I’ll explain it here, just in case you’re planning to go work on your own roof (By the way,I hate people like you!). Typically, a carpenter’s hammer hangs in his tool belt just below the hip. When he crouches down to work on the roof, the hammer handle can swing under him like a one legged stool so that he unexpectedly ‘sits’ on it (remember how famous ‘The Fonz’ made THAT phrase?), and is suddenly rebounded upward and, more likely than not, over the edge. Macon did it on his second day.
Sometimes you share and describe and teach and explain. You witness and testify about your own experience; telling embarrassing stories about falling off of roofs or cutting your hand in a chop saw. You talk about the near misses, the close calls, and the brushes with death from gravity either pulling you down or pulling stuff down on top of you. The dangers in this life are serious and real and even if a guy does “man up” and overcome the sudden pain and the drawn out recovery, he still may have an ugly scar, limited dexterity, a funny walk or lifelong pain to endure. Wouldn’t it be better if a person would humble himself just long enough to give a little credence to the caring warning of someone who has recognized and charted the dangers?
Regarding the ultimate warnings given you by your Christian friends, why not gravely consider the claims of Christ? Maybe you don’t care about the great joy and peace and excitement promised to the new believer, but please take the warning side seriously and think about it critically. When someone tells you that if you reject God’s offer of heaven through repentance, and that the only other option is to go to hell (not idiomatically, but truly), pay attention. I don’t want them to be looking down at you, down there, one day and sadly have to say, “Yeah…like that.”
Well, at least Macon can still be helped. I need more nails anyway, so I guess I’ll climb down and see what I can do for him.