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how to have a good weekend with one's son
Nov. 8th, 2015 07:44 pmM'boy was eighty (80) minutes late getting to me Friday night. That's not the first time he's done that, and I have informed him of the error of his ways. I was about to abandon him downtown after waiting 15 minutes, but he finally replied to a text just in time. Tell me again that teens are too phone-happy? Luckily, Red Mill makes everything better.
A few weeks back I got a ticket to Seattle's Ferris wheel on the waterfront as an attagirl at work. I couldn't use that ticket without my son, now could I? The weather didn't exactly cooperate, but I have no regrets. He complained that all the buildings got in the way of the view. Dude, those are the view, or at least part of it.
I'd bought more metered parking than we needed, so we came up with a second destination: Uwajimaya. I got to tell him how Chinese writing works, the history of kana, how many characters people typically learn in China & Japan, and that there's a vegetable called gobo root*. Mind expansion, plus daifuku**! That's my idea of a good time with my son.
Right after I dropped m'boy off at work last night, I had an intense hour-long conversation about relationships over the phone with Much Younger Woman. Another hole punched in my dyke stereotype card.
Slept until nearly time to call Mom, did so, and then dropped the kiddo off for an eight-hour shift. This time, sleeping in worked in my favor: it dried out enough that I could ride my bike around Green Lake.
I had a one-hour zappy session, which after two weeks was nearly enough to cover my whole face & neck. Die, hairs, die!
*Uncle Google tells me it's the same thing as burdock root.
**Sweet azuki bean cakes with rice flour shells. He didn't like his. Ah well.
A few weeks back I got a ticket to Seattle's Ferris wheel on the waterfront as an attagirl at work. I couldn't use that ticket without my son, now could I? The weather didn't exactly cooperate, but I have no regrets. He complained that all the buildings got in the way of the view. Dude, those are the view, or at least part of it.
I'd bought more metered parking than we needed, so we came up with a second destination: Uwajimaya. I got to tell him how Chinese writing works, the history of kana, how many characters people typically learn in China & Japan, and that there's a vegetable called gobo root*. Mind expansion, plus daifuku**! That's my idea of a good time with my son.
Right after I dropped m'boy off at work last night, I had an intense hour-long conversation about relationships over the phone with Much Younger Woman. Another hole punched in my dyke stereotype card.
Slept until nearly time to call Mom, did so, and then dropped the kiddo off for an eight-hour shift. This time, sleeping in worked in my favor: it dried out enough that I could ride my bike around Green Lake.
I had a one-hour zappy session, which after two weeks was nearly enough to cover my whole face & neck. Die, hairs, die!
*Uncle Google tells me it's the same thing as burdock root.
**Sweet azuki bean cakes with rice flour shells. He didn't like his. Ah well.
