Aw crap. I've entered one of those periods where the mojo's a quart low. Took Themselves to Famous Sport Fishing Pier, where there's a small amusement park and couldn't help but notice, among the zillions of family groupings, a goodly number of Dad-led threesomes. And it struck me - this is almost a cliche, the standard-issue, movie-of-the-week visitation-outing. And for some reason - no doubt the Big Decision I reluctantly reached earlier in the week - that hit me hard, and I could just feel the mojo drain away. There they are on the Ferris Wheel, and here I am waiting, preparing that faux happy face for their exit, playing Solitaire on a cell phone. By the hammer of Thor, how I hate it.
Ouch. How true. But Ouch. But Themselves are led by a damned good Dad, that's for sure!
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
