Keeping a watchful eye
I wasn’t sure. Was I “their best friend”, or “the object of their attention” for these two hungry beasties. Seems that I spent the day under watchful eyes, just in case there might be food involved. A bit more, and I’d be guilty of paranoia.
To be fair, the individual on the right was inattentive; given that I had not (yet) refused to share, the odds were high that there would be no need to compromise. Actually, I think those silly tufts of hair interfere with life.
We’re the guardians of two noise, hungry, hairy “best friends” for the next couple of weeks. The two get along well (unless there’s a call to share equally), but that’s why they keep us around. Referees. No need for a striped jersey, in their game plan.
Out of my need to share vicariously in the exploits of others, I called up a series of wehsites this afternoon. A chance to see where son #1 would be at any given moment in (flight) time, and to listen to the radio chatter that goes along with transiting an airliner. Let me make this “perfectly clear”; at a major hub, such as Newark, the ATC personnel must be wizards. So many fast moving objects, all intent on sharing the same airspace. It took me a good half hour to figure out what the tower was saying (although the flight that I wanted to watch was running late by a good half hour, so I may have been a victim of circumstance.
Anyhow, at last observation, the 737 was crossing the Florida Everglades, which is more or less the intended track. My work here is done.
