Archive for August, 2017

No . . . You Surely Aren’t (Part One)

August 31, 2017

To finally continue the story that I started on Monday, one of my major objections to Lala moving out was that I knew full well just how damn expensive everything is where I live, particularly when you’re living on your own.  At the time she tried to tell me that she thought it would help her better learn the value of money and how to better manage her finances.

While I felt those were important lessons, in this case I felt like she was proposing to learn them via the “sink or swim in a pool of razor blades” method, and “surely” she didn’t need to go to such extremes.

And in hindsight, I was surely and completely wrong about that, and it only took one recent meal to make that abundantly clear to me.

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We Both Kept Going Though Because Otherwise The Wasps Would Win

August 30, 2017

I’m happy to say that by this morning the pain that was yesterday for me had mostly subsided like a wasp sting on the following day.

(I’m not just picking that metaphor out of the air by the way.  Yesterday a friend of mine had their plans disrupted by an unexpected and surprisingly painful wasp sting, and I was struck by how perfectly that described my day too.)

Possibly Quite Profoundly

August 29, 2017

There’s more to yesterday’s story, of course, but today isn’t the right day for me to tell it.  Today is the day for people to stop thanking me in advance for my “understanding.”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go disappoint some people.

And That’s Easy For Me To Admit . . . Now

August 28, 2017

A while back Lala moved out and into her own place not too far from here, so we still get to see her a lot.  This makes everybody happy . . . now.  When the idea was first floated to me though, I was, to put it mildly, against it.  I could probably spend hours recounting why I was against it at the time, but in addition to that making for boring conversation, there’s another reason I’m not going to do that.

Because I was wrong!

Good Idea, Bad Idea (Country Boy Edition)

August 25, 2017

(I.e, some more highlights from the trip, particularly the ones where my country roots started to show.)

Good Idea:

Upon realizing that after buckling your son in the back seat, the child lock on the back doors was, in fact, engaged, and there was no one around to open the door for you, suck it up (and in), slide between the seats into the front, plop into the passenger seat, hoist your legs over and open the door so you can continue on your way.

Bonus points:  When a passerby comments that was “one of the most adorable things they’d ever seen,” just shrug about child locks and tell them you were glad you could brighten their day.

Bad idea:

When looking at a chandelier that is just on the other side of a balcony you are standing on, think, “I’ll bet they have to use a special tool to change those bulbs.  On the other hand, I’ll bet if I leaned out juuuust a bit I could reach them . . .”

Saving face (and neck!) points:  Manage in time to stop yourself from actually doing that.

I’m Just Sure I Read That SOMEWHERE

August 24, 2017

Okay, home again, take two.  It’s been a long day of traveling AND my first attempt at posting vanished into the ether, so I’ll keep this brief.

Why is that people whose profession involves caring for/seeing to the needs of others are held in such low regard?  Didn’t I read in a couple of religious texts here and there that caring for others is one of the most important things that anyone can do?

It’s Best That It Didn’t Though

August 23, 2017

Our viewing experience for the eclipse was either less than ideal or . . . ideal, depending how you want to consider it.  Leading up to totality it was mostly cloudy, but we had breaks in the clouds enough to be able to track the progress of things.  As totality approached, however, the cloud cover also reached totality and we lost our view.

A new view was quickly provided though as the lightning began, so our totality experience was of the world darkening while heat lightning lit up the sky.  It was . . . impressive, and as there were young children with us, it was arguably the ideal eclipse “show” for us.

But between you and me, I still found myself hoping the storm would get even more intense for the full “double downing on the apocalypse” effect.

And That’s Pretty Much How It Happened

August 22, 2017

As you may have already guessed, the reason we were with my son on an airplane the other day was so that we could be in a better location for the recent solar eclipse.  If this sounds uncharacteristically . . . extravagant of me to you, you’ve obviously been paying attention.

As it happens, we got lucky.  It happened something like this:

My son,L., to Me:  I’d sure like to see a total solar eclipse.

Me to Me:  Me too.

Me to L’s Mother:  L. and I were just talking about the upcoming solar eclipse and how cool it would be able to see it.

L’s Mother to Me:  You know . . . I have to make a business trip to an area in the path of totality sometime in the next few months.  Do you want me to see if I can schedule it to coincide with-

Me:  Yes.

The Baby Did Great Too Though

August 21, 2017

Yesterday my son took his first plane trip for reasons you might be able to guess, but I’ll likely confirm tomorrow.  I had my concerns about that, but he did great, so there’s no real story there.

Before I knew he was going to do great though, I was probably the only adult on the plane that has happy to see someone bringing a baby on board, and I was definitely the only person that was ecstatic when the family with the baby sat right behind us, because that meant the odds favored that nobody else was going to notice if my son had a bad time with his first flight.

Because If You Pass Out, Nobody Gets Help

August 18, 2017

There are times when it is entirely permissible to help yourself first, and one of those times is when you need to help yourself first so that you can better help those around you.  That’s the reason airlines tell parents to put their oxygen mask on first, then help their young children.