Summer is always a transient time. Aunt Emily rocks up from the TV room couch to get coffee. I rock up from a squashed up VRBO single room from my family of four (also to get coffee). We come and go, and move on to the next cabin, tent, plane, train and rail car.
As chance would have it, I'm living at a deer friend's house in North Seattle for July, and my deer friend has a 17-year-old nephew. Said nephew plays video games (MMP varietal) during most waking hours (his waking hours and mine don't cross over so much).
I admire the High-C's and humor the gaming provides him, and mostly I find myself thinking "gosh dangit, these young folk can't even go outside to enjoy the fun of summer sunshine!"
As the philosopher quipped, youth IS wasted on the young.
As chance would have it, I'm living at a deer friend's house in North Seattle for July, and my deer friend has a 17-year-old nephew. Said nephew plays video games (MMP varietal) during most waking hours (his waking hours and mine don't cross over so much).
I admire the High-C's and humor the gaming provides him, and mostly I find myself thinking "gosh dangit, these young folk can't even go outside to enjoy the fun of summer sunshine!"
As the philosopher quipped, youth IS wasted on the young.
