I'm sitting in my cousin's den, stuffed to the gills with turkey and gravy and faux-tatoes. I've much to be thankful for. My health, my weight loss, my wife and kids and my extended family are at the top.
However, I was just served an unexpected compliment that I am also quite thankful for--especially given my recent musical angst.
About 10 minutes ago, my cousin's son (a moody 17 year old) walked up and asked, "Did you bring your guitar?"
No, said I. I didn't want to annoy anyone.
"But it was cool when you played at camp out," he said.
Are you funnin' with me? I asked.
"No! I liked it. Bring it to Christmas."
And then he sulked off.
And I'm walking on Cloud Nine.
*edited to correct spelling. Gravey?
Labels: family, serendipity, stories
2 Comments:
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- Saints and Spinners said...
11/27/08, 10:52 PMNice one! What were the fauxtatoes? Whipped cauliflower?- Clydesdale Jogger said...
11/30/08, 5:33 PMYep. The first time I had them too. A bit runnier than true potatoes, but still tasty with Aunt Wanda's gravy. Mmmmmmm. Gravy.
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