The other day I ran across an entry in another online journal (no
longer on the web) and after 3 attempts to look at the entry, I
finally figured out what was up. If you follow the link, STOP and
read the page before you hit your back button, because it's not
an Error. Read the whole page, it's worth it.
I read that page yesterday and early in the evening when I was
about to sit down in the den and catch up on the news I decided
it was time to heed the advice, so out to the deck I wandered.
Beer in hand, I sat looking out on the lush green finally bathed
in sunshine after a week of rain. The sitting lasted for about
a minute and a half until I got up and walked into the house to
grab my camera.
Finished the beer and then went back (inside of course) to see if
I liked any of the images. After 20 minutes of messing with this
and that I jumped out of my seat and proclaimed that I was headed
out for more therapy. Spouse said her neck hurt and didn't want
any road jarring so the hog and I went out by ourselves.
I headed out to a local park (sans camera this time) and ended
up stopping by and chatting with a friend. After an hour or so I
decided that I'd better head on home and check in on the Redwings.
I walked in the room and watched my son writhing in pain on the
living room floor.
"What in the world is the matter?" I asked.
"This Game, It's soooooooooooooooooooooooooo BORING!"
I asked why, and was given some details about how they play trap
this and trap that, so the score always ends up 1 - 0 or so.
Within a couple of minutes the Redwings scored and after the appropriate
amount of cheering I told the boy, watch this, the will score again.
12 seconds later, they did.
Boy looked at me and said, "How'd you know that."
"Because, I'm the dad."
I mean, really, what else could it be?