The Golden Rule of parenting
When I start seeing ads, often, for a new roof AND solar panels, it could be that someone wants me to consider my possibilities. I know; I live too far north for the sun to do much more than help stuff grow, but there is that passive energy place just down the road. They haven’t succumbed to frostbite, yet.
I try to imagine an array of panels in the back yard. Less lawn to mow. Habitat (cover) for the birds that now have to hide from hawks in odd locations. A reason to keep lots of batteries around. What could be more fun than that? Why, I learned (at a very early age) not to dip my fingers in the acid baths in the train station. Batteries, from another era.
In reality, all I have to do is read a few online articles and watch a video or two on YouTube. Social media algorithms will take over, and I’ll be subject to the best that the advertising industry can offer. Hey, they might even convince me to order something I will never fully own.
The kids are back, after their whirlwind B&B adventure. Something to do with friends from the city. As experienced parents, we had only to wait things out and keep the table set. It probably won’t work, for more than another couple of days, but at least the message is clear: You can always come home. And isn’t that the Golden Rule of parenting? Of course, I have no intention of relocating to the haunts from high school, but I don’t follow rules.
