Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006, posted by Q6 at 9:47 AM
I learned somthing pretty important from my 13-year-old son the other day, and he wasn't even trying to teach it to me. I've been working on my house (and the surrounding yard) for a while now, and it's something that I've set aside as "my" project--it'll be a great sense of personal accomplishment when it's done. My son, seeing how hard I was working, changed into yardwork clothes and asked if he could help; I responded that I could handle it, that he didn't have to burn his leisure time on yardwork (there are so many video games to conquer, I thought). As he began to walk away, looking only slightly dejected, I got the message (I usually get the message a little later than others . . .it's some kind of mental-time-zone thing I suffer from). I called him back over to where I was working.
He does a pretty good job with a shovel, and together we got that phase of the work done before dark.
He does a pretty good job with a shovel, and together we got that phase of the work done before dark.