So in the recent past I traveled to Idaho to spend time with my daughter and my “not son in law” Scott.
The best way to really, I mean really, know people is to spend 18 hours trapped in a rectangular box with wheels driving through Kansas and other states searching for rest stops and avoiding 100 plus degree heat.
I had been for warned that Wyoming was sort of a tedious state, and we were going to cross the width of it before arriving in Utah.
This is true. It was hot, a lot of the rest stops were closed and the heat was, in my opinion, awful. I am not sure at what point I learned that radio stations played songs in a loop, but even Adele gets a little old after about six or seven hours.
The car “residents” managed to avoid being irritable and annoying, and we all arrived at our destination in one piece.
My kids are teachers, one high school music, the other college music.
Their lives are not 8 to 4. They have school related work to do all year long, days evenings and weekends.
They live in Idaho, very near the site where Evel Knievel made his attempt to jump the Snake River. It is a very nice town, has lots of things to do and places to shop. Perfect for people of that age group.
I understand busy lives and things that make them easier. I am trying to understand this creation called a Roomba.
I was peacefully reading e-mails when I heard an unusual little tune play and then what sounded like a wind up toy fighting its way out of a cardboard box. My grandcats were nowhere to be seen; obviously having taken cover when the music played.
So I watch in fascination as this Frisbee with an attitude skims across the floor searching for dirt to sweep up. If it encounters an immovable object, it cozies up to the object, gives it a once over and then backs away to a different area of floor.
You would think it would give up, but no – minutes later it is back again. I think it has become a little enamored with the base of the kitchen chairs. Apparently it likes its reflection in the shiny chrome bases.
I am glad it makes their lives a little bit easier. I am grateful they allowed me to hitch a ride to see their home with them. They tolerated my “old ladyness” and my music and political attitudes.
I think to appreciate what you have and what you love you must see how others live and work and play. I am glad I am not their age. Their next 30 years will be hard, but fun and filled with so many new and exciting things.
I wonder if 30 years from now they will sit in a house with a robot maid or other wonders of science.
But for now I hear the Frisbee with rollers coming back, and if I don’t keep my feet up I may lose a toe or worse.
A Roomba, toes, grandcats; Oh, My!