New traditions
Years ago, Alison and I were taking a walk in the hood when we came across a fella at a street fair near our pad selling these cool oversized coasters.
Alisons loved them and picked out four large ones; they’re still the ones I use to this day.
Fast forward to the weekend after last and kid and I were hanging out with the Firecracker and her kid at another street fair when I met the same guy.
Me: I bought a buncha these from you years ago. We chatted about cameras.
Him: (big smile) I remember you!
Dunno if he really did, but it was nice for him to say.
I told the kid he could pick any four of the smaller sized ones and I’d get them for him; he did, so I did.
Him: Do you like them?
Me: You picked them out, so I like them.
Since it was the end of the school year, I told the kid he could have anything he wanted for dinner.
Despite us seeing some gorgeous dumplings and authentic German bratwurst…
…this is what he choose.
In my defense, I ate the vast majority of it all.
Him: Are you still hungry?!
Me: …well, I could eat a little…
Him: Papa!
Well, I could…
Dropped him with my in-laws for a spell – as I did last year.
It’s bittersweet, like most things with me, that we have these new traditions, he and I. But it’s not supposed to be like this.
Nuthin is as it was supposed to be.
I spent the day out with him in NJ and had a nice Afghani dinner before I left.
Me: I’ll miss you.
Him: I’ll come back!
It was just as well. There’s been alla this stuff that I needed to do around the house.
For example, there were years of leaks into my basement that I needed to fix…
…years.
So, I finally got that done.
Pac swung by to pick my (legal) brain for a project of his and brought over some pan-fried chix and ribs from Charles Pan-Fried Chicken.
He originally wanted some Cuban-Chinese around me but I told him that our buddy Half-man said this place was the bomb – the last time I had it was with the NFL Player.
Him: Man, this was definitely the better choice!
Me: Agreed!
Him: I may have gotten a little excited and bought too much stuff.
He did not.
It’s my first summer as a 50 year-old.
And yet, I’m as excited about it as I was as a child.
Me: I like you.
Her: (laughs) Oh, Lo…you don’t like me.
Me: I don’t?
Her: (shakes head, smiles) No, Logan Lo. You don’t.
Me: (nodding) Ah…
Location: yesterday, getting sprayed in the most unmentionable places at my buddy’s pool in Long Island
Mood: hopeful
Music: Romantic Piscean seeks angel in disguise (Spotify)
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