I speak to my mom most every night, but my father’s asleep when I call. Today I made an afternoon call to speak to him.
They’re going to Universal Studios early next week. “Watch the heat,” I said.
The child becomes the parent about now, right?
My parents will be in Connecticut for Stef’s college graduation next month. My dad said he was looking forward to being here. We’re all excited by that prospect.
“I never thought I’d be around to see all my grandchildren graduate,” he added. He’s not going anywhere any time soon, but that was one of those admissions that are sobering.
I told him I’d like to do another video with him and my mom and then we got to talking about computers. He said, “I wish my computer was broken right now.”
Too much temptation. He’d been at BJ’s, walking the aisles in the computer section. He’d like to get a new one. I totally understand.
Every week the computer ads show more powerful machines for the same or less money as the week before. What you bought (or in my case built) last year is now slower than anything currently available.
I get email daily from a bunch of online stores that sell finished systems and the components to ‘roll your own.’ This is my porn. I pore over these ads making calculations in my head about how each part will interact with the others.
I am no closer to building a machine today than I was last year at this time. I just enjoy the technology. I get that from my father.
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