Today is my son's last day of German school for this school year. On the way into town, as we do every Saturday morning, we stopped at Tim Hortons Coffee to get him a bagel and a drink. On Saturday mornings, there is a pretty gal, about 19 or so, behind the counter. Her face lights up when she sees my 13-year-old son come in (he looks much older) and I can practically see her heart aflutter under her blouse. No, it doesn't upset me. I am a little jealous, though. These days, I get looks like that from grandmothers, probably thinking to themselves: That guy could be really hot, if only he were a little younger.
I guess it is my son's turn in the sun. He is just starting his life, and has a lot of firsts ahead of him. Hopefully, he will have learned what is truly important, by the time he has to make any serious decisions about life and relationships. And someday, in our family relay, I will have to pass the business baton to him, if he still wants it. Just not yet, though. I'm having way too much fun. And, I don't really feel all that old, anyway. Mostly, I still I feel like a kid myself.
That is the way of the world. We are born, grow up, grow old, grow irrelevant, die. I am trying to keep from being irrelevant. Maybe that explains, at least in part, my recent flurry of business activity. Or maybe, I just love to work. I don't know. Either way, it keeps me off the streets, and out of the clutches of those grandmothers.
My wife and son and I drove to the Lester B. Pearson airport in Toronto yesterday. My son and I came back alone. As I write this, my wife is already in England. She will be travelling to Paris, Lucerne, Naples and Rome, on a European tour she has been dreaming about for years. She has earned it. She will have fun and will hopefully take lots of pictures so we can enjoy the trip too, albeit second-hand.
My son and I will be looking after ourselves while she is gone. Will we manage? Sure we will. For supper yesterday, I made chicken fajitas. They were delicious. I can do some basic cooking. It's the laundry and ironing part I don't like.
Life is a series of adventures, large and small. I'm still enjoying the trip.
Now, it's off to the German School for the end-of-year ceremonies and to get my son's final report card. It better be a good one!