A kitchen party without music, sort of
The travel season has begun, for others. For a change, my supper services were required for more than my own brood. And given our Maritime heritage, things never moved beyond the dining room table.
With one difference. This wasn’t a kitchen party, in the musical sense, although music played a role. Rather, think of this as a geek gathering. Three laptops open on the table, so that the conversation could be punctuated with data updates, photo shows and occasional interruptions from VOIP and IM clients. We might be getting older, but we’re not far from the profile of people much younger. Cool.
Son #3 couldn’t handle the intensity, so he headed off to watch UFC with some friends. Thankfully, the mother/designated taxi driver had no idea what the acronym stood for until after her return from a short roadtrip. Tastes vary; the idea of watching people in a cage trying to dent the opponent does nothing for me, but an adolescent (with the mental concept of invincibility) wants to learn additional techniques for the eventual “call to the ring”. Those of us with a few more years under the bridge realize that you can go for decades without ever having to stand and deliver. Good thing, too… as you get older, you do dent. And the shield of invincibility has been stored under a bed somewhere, out of sight and out of mind.
The next week is going to arduous. I could so easily head on down the highway as of tomorrow. Not going to happen.
