Down time, inside
Today qualified as down time. Inside time. Time spent trying to convince two dogs that not every noise required a round of barking, and that because one barked, the other didn’t need to echo every single syllable. I failed.
This was the visit to the van dealer, for all of the maintenance that requires the secret rubrics of the manufacturer. The whole day, essentially, with a final bill that was ridiculous in its reasonability. Essentially, a clean bill of health (sic) and praise by the “old guy” on having got a great deal. I wasn’t there, but I did get a full report. We also received advice to ignore the keen advice on the forums; forget the fancy tire pressure sensors and go with a handheld gauge. We will.
Supper, in son #2’s world, was with his elder brother (in his absence). In other words, another failure to convene a family supper. We’ll see what happens later in the week.
We did use public transport to go to the restaurant. I was impressed by how well the info screens and voiced stop announcements worked. A great advance.
Locally, there are pre-electoral debates on TV and old family videos on a computer. I remember that dog, and those friends of the kids. All younger; I wonder if I’ll appear at some moment.
Guess I’m going to have to do a deep dive in my archives, to add some dad-colour to things. Memories can do with some reinforcement. No desire to relive it, but moments of recall can be fun if you turn off the personal embarrassment filters
