Man-Up
22/01/11 07:11
He's back! Winter is in full swing here on the seacoast of NH. It's a meager 10 degrees and we've had more than our fair share of snow this year. We are socked in. No place to put it anymore and with each passing storm, of which there seem to be at least one a week, we continue to carve out a space where we think our driveway used to be. It was a good decision in hindsight to take my Matrix off the road for the winter and drive Nan's Volvo. I never fancied the idea of getting stuck on the slightest inclines on my daily routes when driving around town and it was a somewhat consuming thought process so that was that. The temperature swings have been less dramatic than usual as well so we have experienced minimal rutting at the end of the driveway which is a good thing. Evan has been more involved as well with the clean-up process and that has helped. If you can get past all the moaning and groaning, he will settle down and do a decent job. I can't say the same for his bedroom but that is a story for another day. We continue to work on getting him to sit up straight at the dinner table and to blow his nose with earnest. Get rid of that gunk, boy. You want to get pneumonia?
But I digress. Da has gone fetal and it's the usual story of light deprivation and mood induced malnutrition. Spring can't come soon enough for he and others like him who suffer from this type of affliction during the winter months. The Mrs does her best to set him in select spots in the house throughout the day to give him maximum exposure to sunlight. It's hard to say whether her efforts have helped him gain any traction in reality but she does what she thinks is necessary. She is, after all, a registered nurse, and a dedicated wife and companion. No one would expect any less. It probably didn't help much that the Patriots, his favorite football team, lost in the first round of the playoffs against the NY Jets. This was in the wake of a 14-2 season so it was especially disturbing for those following such things. Maybe Da saw it. Maybe he didn't. In case you're wondering, I was pulling for the Jets. Not because I like the Jets but because I despise the chest thumping, bellicose, and self righteous bastards that make up the Patriots organization. That includes coach Belichek. And if Kraft wants to pay Tom Brady $80mm for 5 years then he deserves what he gets. You might say he was hoodwinked (a reference to Belicheks standard sideline garb - a hoodie). The only Patriots fan I give two hoots about is Da and he is dealing with his own demons and doesn't need any razzing from me. Go Jets! On to the Superbowl!
The price of gas is $3.09 a gallon and the unemployment rate is close to 10%. Gabby Giffords continues to improve after being shot in the head while conducting a meet and greet with her constituents in Tuscon, Arizona. Who knew? We brought Dirty John hot dogs to Rollie's Christmas party over the holidays and some deranged apolitical 20-something brings a 9mm glock to a shopping mall to achieve God only knows what. What has this world come to? I can only hope that the endless hours that Evan spends playing gun games that he doesn't go Columbine or off to war when he comes of age. I may have to remind him that GSD and foxholes are incompatible bedfellows. Boys his age need reminding and we're beyond reminding him to brush his teeth at night but certainly not beyond reminding him that he needs to have the car home at a reasonable hour. And what is this business about reimbursing him for money that he spends to fill the gas tank? Need we remind him that it is our car and money doesn't grow on trees? He needs to man-up, in a word. It's time.
But I digress. Da has gone fetal and it's the usual story of light deprivation and mood induced malnutrition. Spring can't come soon enough for he and others like him who suffer from this type of affliction during the winter months. The Mrs does her best to set him in select spots in the house throughout the day to give him maximum exposure to sunlight. It's hard to say whether her efforts have helped him gain any traction in reality but she does what she thinks is necessary. She is, after all, a registered nurse, and a dedicated wife and companion. No one would expect any less. It probably didn't help much that the Patriots, his favorite football team, lost in the first round of the playoffs against the NY Jets. This was in the wake of a 14-2 season so it was especially disturbing for those following such things. Maybe Da saw it. Maybe he didn't. In case you're wondering, I was pulling for the Jets. Not because I like the Jets but because I despise the chest thumping, bellicose, and self righteous bastards that make up the Patriots organization. That includes coach Belichek. And if Kraft wants to pay Tom Brady $80mm for 5 years then he deserves what he gets. You might say he was hoodwinked (a reference to Belicheks standard sideline garb - a hoodie). The only Patriots fan I give two hoots about is Da and he is dealing with his own demons and doesn't need any razzing from me. Go Jets! On to the Superbowl!
The price of gas is $3.09 a gallon and the unemployment rate is close to 10%. Gabby Giffords continues to improve after being shot in the head while conducting a meet and greet with her constituents in Tuscon, Arizona. Who knew? We brought Dirty John hot dogs to Rollie's Christmas party over the holidays and some deranged apolitical 20-something brings a 9mm glock to a shopping mall to achieve God only knows what. What has this world come to? I can only hope that the endless hours that Evan spends playing gun games that he doesn't go Columbine or off to war when he comes of age. I may have to remind him that GSD and foxholes are incompatible bedfellows. Boys his age need reminding and we're beyond reminding him to brush his teeth at night but certainly not beyond reminding him that he needs to have the car home at a reasonable hour. And what is this business about reimbursing him for money that he spends to fill the gas tank? Need we remind him that it is our car and money doesn't grow on trees? He needs to man-up, in a word. It's time.