
As summer draws to a close. I look back at the summer that never was. No time was spent at home. The only part of summer that was really fun was the two weeks I got to take my youngest son on the road with me. That was a real treat, a Cross Canada trip from sea to shining sea and back. We saw the whole kit and caboodle. My little world, about the size of your bathroom. was filled with two men. One a little younger but still bigger than me. I loved the company, though the thing I struggled with was the chaos another person creates in a well organised world. It was as if his suitcase vomited the contents every morning. But for all of that and the noise (who knew teenagers never quit talking) it was the greatest experience of my parental life to date. I got to share my job and time with my son, Something I've never done. We live in a great big country and it seemed smaller traveling with someone. I would do it again in a second and will next summer. But I can say it takes twice as long to put your world back together after they leave as the amount of time you had them. And this notion that they ( teenagers) need to eat. Ha! that's all they do. I feel sympathy towards my wife the overworked Food Lady. Its tough to work all day then feed them too. What do they want? Well it seems everything. Thank you son for spending two glorious weeks with me and all the laughs along the way. The time will always be special to me. And if you know where my stapler is let me know, its still M.I.A
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