ctenidae
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Had my first fatherly dilemma last night.
I got home early, with about 2 hours of daylight left, and a high tide. My wife wouldn't be in until after 10pm, and driving past the marsh I could see lots of jumps and ripples. I thought to myself, "Self, this could be a good evening to go fishing for a bit."
Psyched for a little on the water time, I hurried to the house and ran upstairs to change. About half way up the stairs, something clicked- I thought I saw something on the front porch. I stopped, and went back down to investigate. Turns out, I was right- there was a large box on the front porch. Contained within was the new crib for the young'un.
A fierce battle was then waged- do I go fishing, because it'd be really nice, or put the crib together before my wife got home. I made up my mind, grabbed a beer, and went out to the garage to gather the appropriate supplies. Walking out of the garage, carrying a drill, screwdriver, and glue (and a beer) I thought to myself, "Self, you're being all grown up here- the good of the kid over doing some fishing."
An hour later, dripping with sweat and really frustrated at whatever demon from the depths of hell designed these really stupid connectors that you can't efficiently turn with any tool known to man, I looked out the window at the fading light and thought to myself, "Self, you're an idiot. You could have put the crib together when it was raining, or after dark, or with help from your wife.You could have gotten out for a nice quiet couple of hours, and enjoyed a beautiful evening, the number of which are few, in the grand scheme of things."
But then I turned around and looked at the crib, standing ready to hold onto my son in a few months. Maybe I'll do the calculus a little different for the next couple of months to take advantage of opportunities, but I think I'll be just fine making the right choices come November.
Sure would have been a good evening for fishing, though.
I got home early, with about 2 hours of daylight left, and a high tide. My wife wouldn't be in until after 10pm, and driving past the marsh I could see lots of jumps and ripples. I thought to myself, "Self, this could be a good evening to go fishing for a bit."
Psyched for a little on the water time, I hurried to the house and ran upstairs to change. About half way up the stairs, something clicked- I thought I saw something on the front porch. I stopped, and went back down to investigate. Turns out, I was right- there was a large box on the front porch. Contained within was the new crib for the young'un.
A fierce battle was then waged- do I go fishing, because it'd be really nice, or put the crib together before my wife got home. I made up my mind, grabbed a beer, and went out to the garage to gather the appropriate supplies. Walking out of the garage, carrying a drill, screwdriver, and glue (and a beer) I thought to myself, "Self, you're being all grown up here- the good of the kid over doing some fishing."
An hour later, dripping with sweat and really frustrated at whatever demon from the depths of hell designed these really stupid connectors that you can't efficiently turn with any tool known to man, I looked out the window at the fading light and thought to myself, "Self, you're an idiot. You could have put the crib together when it was raining, or after dark, or with help from your wife.You could have gotten out for a nice quiet couple of hours, and enjoyed a beautiful evening, the number of which are few, in the grand scheme of things."
But then I turned around and looked at the crib, standing ready to hold onto my son in a few months. Maybe I'll do the calculus a little different for the next couple of months to take advantage of opportunities, but I think I'll be just fine making the right choices come November.
Sure would have been a good evening for fishing, though.
