By Sigrid Settle
Special to the Crier
I’ve been off the grid for a while but it’s not because of an animal emergency here at the Ranch or any physical damage to my structures. I must admit I’ve become an addict. I’ve been watching episode after episode of the television series entitled “The Big Bang Theory”. I’d caught glimpses of it from time to time on television, but I finally purchased all but one of the season’s series and have been watching them ever since they arrived in the mail from Amazon. Sheldon, Penny, Leonard, Raj and Howard have become daily companions of sorts as I watched their antics day after day, scientific geeks who brought so many laughs to my daily routine. I started wondering why this series had caught me up in such a rapture of unequivocal attention until the other day when my daughter called to share an evening out she had had with her significant other.
During the course of their conversation over dinner, she mentioned he should feel welcome to talk with me when I call their house. He said I always call to talk to her and that’s why he hands the phone over without having a conversation with me. She mentioned I was a big fan of his and would enjoy talking with him as well. He looked at her and said, “Oh, I need to do the social thing.” And at that point Sheldon, who has an absolutely analytical approach to things, popped into my mind. I then realized my children are geeks, each in their own right. When they are all together I can follow about half of their conversations as they drift into mathematical theories whose language and origin are unknown to me. My brain races to keep up with them, but somehow I feel lost about halfway through the conversation. About that time I realize the best I can do is offer them a drink or a cookie.
And then I came to realize something else, that I didn’t feel strange or out of place when they have their mathematical conversations. They are my offspring and even if they are in a world that seems foreign or strange to me I don’t feel out of place. I don’t feel out of place because I know they love me with an assurance that is unshakeable. It seems, when love comes into the mathematical equation of life, acceptance follows. And that’s what I see with Sheldon, Penny, Leonard, Raj and Howard, completely different personalities, but an absolute acceptance of each of their idiosyncrasies. I don’t think it gets any better than that.
And so it goes at the Ranch…