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The Teenage Time Zone
We are blessed with two phenomenal children. I know everybody thinks their kids are phenomenal. They are wrong. I have actually sat in front of these children who are not phenomenal on long flights. I have had them hand me slobber covered toys at restaurants, so I know what I am talking about.
My daughter was easy. She was very bright, well she still is, I guess. She was well behaved and a model child. Jack is great, totally unselfish, and very compassionate. Here is one example of his character. I bought a MacAir several months ago (I am using it now to do the post today. I actually believe if I buy the products made by the companies of stocks which we own, the stocks will do better. Really. You don't really think I like eating at McDonald's. I never inflate my tires on my cars because I don't want to improve my gas milage. CVX.) and I could not get the hang of the Maciosynchrousies in the word environment on the Mac. My daughter's fiancé, Ryan, showed me a few tricks and I am getting quite proficient in MacLand.
Anyway I told my son that if I don't get the hang of the MacAir, I would give it to him. On Friday, whilst waiting for contractor number 4 of the day, I was struggling with a few of the tips Ryan had taught me. I called our Man Child (that is hat we now call Jack now that he is about 5 foot 10 inches and coming up on 190 pounds). He came to my aide and reminded me of a few of the short cuts and key board adjustments I needed. Then he brought me the charger as he noticed I was running low on fuel (I have a natural gas powered MacAir). Then he realized I was not close to an outlet and he went a got me an extension chord. I was back in business.
After he had done that I thought back to 1970 when I was the ripe old age of fourteen. If my old man had said, "If I can't figure out this (Fill in the blank with something you would have coveted.) soon I am going to give it to you.", I know darn well I would not have gone out of my way to help the old man figure it out. In fact, I might even consider sabotaging his efforts. Not my boy, he was a big help and I actually am enjoying the MacAir.
So how can this wonderful Man Child at the same time drive me crazy with teen age time warps. Yesterday I asked him to take dog number 4 out. (Names are hard for me to remember.) I asked him this because I know the dog was getting an attitude and was going to tell me he was upset. Unfortunately dogs do not talk and their communication is limited to barking and marking. Well Man Child was engrossed in some video game so my idea of quick and his were not in alignment. He also has a bad habit of answering the question, "Are you ready?", when we are walking out the door with, "yah!", but never seems to appear after that? Perhaps he thinks we are just taking a survey when we ask, "Are your ready?" But as I mentioned, we are blessed.
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