As Long As The Kids Enjoyed It
Carl, Mark, (Oh my GAWD they're commies!) their wives and children, and their wonderful mother Martha, took their places around the other three sides of the table. The energy that had bubbled so profusely from the group was gone, replaced by a quiet look that can only be obtained by walking miles and miles and miles in the wet and cold with whining children. And wives. And brothers. Except Martha, who we would later discover was in our camp when it came to hiking, if by hiking you meant sitting on your butt and reading a good book and occasionally getting up for a bite to eat.
I turned to your mother to say something, something no doubt witty and soothing and terribly, terribly apropos, but her eye-tic was back. I slowly slid the cutlery out of her reach and smiled the smile of a physician trying to act cheerful for his patient while all the time he has horrible test results in hand. ("Hello Mr. Johnson, having a good day? You are? Well, you might want to back off of that a bit.”)
Taking a page from your Mother's copy of "The Art of War" I plastered a smile on my face and said, "Hello everyone. How was your hike?"
Carl fell back into his chair rather harshly. Evidently his hike had played a bit of havoc with his knees for they weren't bending well. Not well at all.
"Wet. Wet and cold," he said opening his napkin with a flick of his wrist and deftly dropping it into his lap.
How should I respond? My mind raced. I calculated a hundred responses, seventy-five of them completely inappropriate. I pushed them away and said the most neutral thing that came to mind.
"Oh. That sucks."
He shrugged his shoulders and one corner of his mouth contracted. "It was okay. The kids enjoyed it."
"Well, as long as the kids enjoyed it." I nodded my head and smiled.
As long as the kids enjoyed it. Oh, a dollar for each time I said that line as you girls were growing up! Let me translate for you - 'It was absolute Hell! Hell I tell you! But it kept the children occupied for a few hours and reduced the whining to a minimum resulting in an afternoon where, for a brief moment, I didn't have to contemplate putting them up for adoption. So, it was fine and hopefully, I will heal.'
*** the journey continues ***
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