Sunday, June 05, 2005

My Son, the Wiseacre: Part One

I went to Lowe's today to get various home improvement items. While I was there, I indulged a long-standing whimsy and picked up some wrought iron torches that attach to the edge of the deck and burn citronella oil. The gently guttering flame gives the backyard a nice barbaric feel, I think. And the citronella, so I hear, keeps the bugs away.

So...the sun goes down. I light the torches. I take the laptop out on the deck to do a little net surfing, a little blogging, etc.

My 13 year old son comes out, sees me typing away, and says with a perfectly straight face, "Ah. Blogging by torchlight. As our forefathers did."

Then he went back inside.

I love that kid.

1 comment:

Aldo said...

Dusty,
How funny. A similar thing happened to be this month. I love to sit out on the patio at dusk here in So Cal and write on the laptop. I was in the process of writing a short and to get up to answer the phone. I come back and he adjusted my screen saver into Patio Blog King