Said gooodbye to the boy for a couple of months.
Tough stuff, but getting easier as he gets older.
We indulged in a bit of theatrics at lunch, and tried my new camera. I'm taking away his Godfather trilogy fliks.
Thank God for the kid's ability to breeze through technology, and show me in a couple of minutes what would have taken me two hours and a complete manual. I can think of no greater waste of time than the reading of manuals. Unless of course your adrift at sea and the proper inflation of a life raft is required. Paramount procedural knowledge I suppose. Beyond these obvious applications, I'm sure that the instruction manuals only function is to systematically, and with diabolical consequences, serve only to denigrate, demoralize, and degrade the population to the point of submission. The purpose to which I will leave to the individual, but I for one am convinced they are after our souls with the express purpose of either devouring them or selling them on the black market. Quite possibly in places like Drumheller, Alberta. Do not go gentle into that good night friends.
