Secret Stashes
19/06/11 07:52
Nancy was all a-twitter last night. Ev had gone to the game in Manchester as had we but in separate cars but all wanting to see the St. Thomas v. Portsmouth baseball game. It was a beautiful evening with reasonably comfortable temperatures and a there was a good crowd on hand for the event. Portsmouth has been on a roll as of late winning more consecutive games than any other high school team in the nation. So it was up to St. Thomas to take it away and we didn't want to miss what everyone was expecting to be nothing less than a match-up of epic proportions. Evan was going with his friends and didn't seem to object to our going as one might have expected. He can be such a secretive chap at times and does his best to conceal his private life from his parents prying eyes and ears. I like to think that my concerns are for his health and safety when pondering such things. Nancy's interests are more personal and perhaps rightly so since he is her only son.
When we passed the McDonald's in Raymond we did not see his car as expected and wondered where he might have left it. He was joining a friend there and going with the friend to the game. Nancy texted him furiously while seated at the stadium hoping to hear that he had arrived and was sitting elsewhere in the stadium. He did not answer much to her dismay and to say that she was starting to squirm in her seat is an understatement. When we finally did spy him he was laughing and having fun with a large number of friends in the St. Thomas section of the stadium. He has just as many if not more friends in Portsmouth so we were not sure where we might find him but there he was. He was in his element. It was a rare glimpse for his mom and I who seldom see him in such settings and we took comfort in knowing he was having fun and doing what boys his age do. We did our best not to stare and wondered aloud whether or not he knew we were there and whether or not he could see us as we were able to see him. His actions did not suggest that he knew we were watching. We tried not to be obvious but our curiosity may have gotten the better of us. Sadly, with the delays in both the game before them going later than usual and the delay caused by the lightning in the area, we decided to leave by 10:15 at the latest and as we were strolling across the mezzanine the Portsmouth players were already on the field warming up ahead of their rivals. It was just too late for us.
Evan strolled into the house at 2:30 a.m. and his mother was not pleased. I tried to tell her that he had attended the game which ran late and that was explanation enough for why he was coming home so late. She knew the game ran late. She should have reset her expectations. She was worried about his traveling on Route 101 and about his being out so late. She would have felt better had he texted her but he did not. To his detriment to be sure. When I heard her raising her voice when he told her that he had had a sip of coffee I knew she at her wits end. She was tired and so was he. She could have waited to discuss it in the morning but was not inclined as such. This is the all a-twitter part of my opening comments. All I wanted to do was to fall back asleep. Thankfully, the tirades wore thin in a hurry as one might expect given the hour of the morning and my darling came back to bed in less of a tizzy but still somewhat a-twitter. There is that word again. There would be no steel cage death match-up tonight. The contestants were too tired and wanting nothing more than to pull the covers over themselves and go to sleep. Or, back to sleep as it were in my case. Not sure my darling wasn't sleeping with one eye open until her son came through the door.
On a more humorous note, did I tell you that Evan is a hoarder? Not in the traditional prime time TV sense, but in his own little inimitable way. That is to say, when his momma bakes something especially delicious and the pan of coffee cake, brownies, or some other such dessert sits idle after we've all had what he considers to be a fair and equitable slice of the proverbial pie, it is time for him to secret it away in a spot of his choosing where he can return to it at his leisure and enjoy it in his own time and without having to share it with us. Not sure what that says about his attitude about sharing in general but his being an only child has to play into the larger picture in any analysis. He is certainly not competing with me when it comes to eating leftover desserts since I could care less but his momma is another story. She is a work-in-process you might say. I'm happy to leave whatever it is for him to enjoy. In fact, I get more enjoyment knowing that he will enjoy it than I would eating it myself. I can't think of one exception in the dessert arena. What the hey, I even leave spaghetti leftovers for him and that requires some effort on my part since I am partial to left over spaghetti. Oh well. I'll end here by wishing myself a happy father's day and publishing this sucker. Toodles.
P.S. Portsmouth overcame a St. Thomas lead in the bottom of the 6th inning to win the Division Title for the 4th year in a row. But, who's counting?
When we passed the McDonald's in Raymond we did not see his car as expected and wondered where he might have left it. He was joining a friend there and going with the friend to the game. Nancy texted him furiously while seated at the stadium hoping to hear that he had arrived and was sitting elsewhere in the stadium. He did not answer much to her dismay and to say that she was starting to squirm in her seat is an understatement. When we finally did spy him he was laughing and having fun with a large number of friends in the St. Thomas section of the stadium. He has just as many if not more friends in Portsmouth so we were not sure where we might find him but there he was. He was in his element. It was a rare glimpse for his mom and I who seldom see him in such settings and we took comfort in knowing he was having fun and doing what boys his age do. We did our best not to stare and wondered aloud whether or not he knew we were there and whether or not he could see us as we were able to see him. His actions did not suggest that he knew we were watching. We tried not to be obvious but our curiosity may have gotten the better of us. Sadly, with the delays in both the game before them going later than usual and the delay caused by the lightning in the area, we decided to leave by 10:15 at the latest and as we were strolling across the mezzanine the Portsmouth players were already on the field warming up ahead of their rivals. It was just too late for us.
Evan strolled into the house at 2:30 a.m. and his mother was not pleased. I tried to tell her that he had attended the game which ran late and that was explanation enough for why he was coming home so late. She knew the game ran late. She should have reset her expectations. She was worried about his traveling on Route 101 and about his being out so late. She would have felt better had he texted her but he did not. To his detriment to be sure. When I heard her raising her voice when he told her that he had had a sip of coffee I knew she at her wits end. She was tired and so was he. She could have waited to discuss it in the morning but was not inclined as such. This is the all a-twitter part of my opening comments. All I wanted to do was to fall back asleep. Thankfully, the tirades wore thin in a hurry as one might expect given the hour of the morning and my darling came back to bed in less of a tizzy but still somewhat a-twitter. There is that word again. There would be no steel cage death match-up tonight. The contestants were too tired and wanting nothing more than to pull the covers over themselves and go to sleep. Or, back to sleep as it were in my case. Not sure my darling wasn't sleeping with one eye open until her son came through the door.
On a more humorous note, did I tell you that Evan is a hoarder? Not in the traditional prime time TV sense, but in his own little inimitable way. That is to say, when his momma bakes something especially delicious and the pan of coffee cake, brownies, or some other such dessert sits idle after we've all had what he considers to be a fair and equitable slice of the proverbial pie, it is time for him to secret it away in a spot of his choosing where he can return to it at his leisure and enjoy it in his own time and without having to share it with us. Not sure what that says about his attitude about sharing in general but his being an only child has to play into the larger picture in any analysis. He is certainly not competing with me when it comes to eating leftover desserts since I could care less but his momma is another story. She is a work-in-process you might say. I'm happy to leave whatever it is for him to enjoy. In fact, I get more enjoyment knowing that he will enjoy it than I would eating it myself. I can't think of one exception in the dessert arena. What the hey, I even leave spaghetti leftovers for him and that requires some effort on my part since I am partial to left over spaghetti. Oh well. I'll end here by wishing myself a happy father's day and publishing this sucker. Toodles.
P.S. Portsmouth overcame a St. Thomas lead in the bottom of the 6th inning to win the Division Title for the 4th year in a row. But, who's counting?