Both Sides of the Fence
A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, raises kids, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and works too much. A Quaker and
The Aging Maven, she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Bait
By Christine McLaughlin
Wednesday, Jun 27 2007, 09:00 AM
Since I actually like my kids, most of the time, luring them home now and then has become the summer challenge. I like to see them for a minute or two during all their developmental stages.
I figured it out a week or so ago when the “posse” made a refueling pitstop.
“My, Ms. McLaughlin, that smells wonderful,” said handsome nice young man #1, who may sound like Eddie Haskell but is genuine and just a well-mannered kid.
“Why thanks, dear.”
“May I ask what you’re making?” asked handsome nice young man #2, who is even more polite.
“I’m boiling water.”
Now, I’m not suggesting that Tosa parents aren’t feeding their children, but when boiling water smells like home cooking, well, you may want to consider firing up the old range now and then, just to make sure it still works.
My kids just got back from a trip to Colorado, so I’ve been needing an extra fix of them.
“Are you coming home for dinner?” I implore over the course of several cell phone messages.
“That depends. What is it?” They are spoiled and cruel. But I have a secret weapon: basil from the farmer’s market.
“Pesto pasta, swiss chard with balsamic vinegar, and fish. The stuff from Sendiks in crushed corn tortillas with lime and chipotle.”
“I’m coming home!”
