Metaphorically the most practical manual for parenting teenagers that I have read.
It’s all here: supply, medical support, transportation, finance, security, maintenance, communications, logistics, religious support, and training.
Love and affection covered separately.
The last four days have been spent building steel shelving, going to my local Home Depot often enough to get to know the staff, cleaning out five years of accumulated junk in the garage, putting away all of our camping and sports gear, and shelving 2,500 books.
The good news: no email, no conference calls, and I didn’t have to go to CES in Las Vegas.
So even though I managed to get only a couple of things on my list taken care of, on the balance I’d have to say it was a pretty good week.
The first day of my sabbatical was spent dealing with the mold problem in my son’s bathroom.
Nothing else to report.
Have a nice day!
…feels like purple and gold mylar streamers.
For the record, I am not planning to wait another 46 years before watching the Lakers play again.
The Pantry, downtown LA, after the Lakers game.
It was 10:3opm. I had eaten only about 600 calories all day, 60% of which was protein. We had walked seven miles. There was probably never a better time for a cheat meal.
And I couldn’t finish everything. Neither could the kid. The stomach apparently shrank along with the belly.
That said, there is nothing like comfort food, done right, and in generous portions to remind you of exactly how beguiling a foodie’s life could be.
My next cheat meal is scheduled for dinner on Saturday, January 19th in Chicago. That will be either hot dogs and tater tots, or Giordano’s pizza (2 slices.)
My first Lakers game since 1972.
My first time at Staples Center.
First b-ball game with my son.
A good day.
This is what low blood-sugar looks like. Plus history.
Waiting to order our breakfast at the Outpost Cafe on US 395 and Route 66 in Hesperia, California.