Sunday, November 25, 2012

Bridge.


This morning our son, who is 12, was in his room.  Every so often he would laugh, a particular giggle he has when something he’s reading strikes him as funny.  He’s a voracious reader, will devour a 300+ page book in a day.  It’s a challenge to keep track of what he’s into, and what he has already read.   With Christmas coming, these issues are important.   He read on and on, several hours, giggling.  I had to find out at what.  He wasn’t reading a book.  He was scrolling through his iPod touch, which we purchased to help him keep organized. 

                “What are you reading? I asked

                “Your blog.  The Interpreter Stories.”

Oh.  

I had never expected my children to read them. 

Maybe I’ll have to write some more. 

More of the shorter, funnier ones.

In the meantime, here is the Alex Fraser Bridge:

 Heading south.

Heading north.





8 comments:

biobabbler said...

Wow. How cool is that?!? Nice work!! =)

Hugh said...

bb: Yeah, it's cool. Thanks.

Tim said...

Maybe one day he'll write his own Interpreter stories.

Hey Hugh, a little off-topic, but I was wondering whether you/your son has been asked to comment on the recent proposal to get professional dog handlers to chase the snow geese out of the Richmond fields. On the one hand, I love to see the cacophony of white feathers. On the other, I'm not a child attending the school, having to dodge green mushy cylinders of poo as I play field sports. Your son would have a more authentic perspective for this than we do.

Hugh said...

Tim, I couldn't be prouder if he did.

As for the geese, no one has contacted me/him, although last week when Cllr. Steves was suggesting a cull, the post containing his project got a flurry of hits, some from the city and some from media sources. Personally, I would rather the birds were left alone, at least for now. A municipality shouldn't make decisions on population control on a migratory species (and legally cannot). As for poop, it's not an issue for my son. His schoolyard is one of the few that the geese eschew, rather than chew.

Joel Burdick said...

Nice when your children can laugh with their parents ;-)

Eskarina said...

They are good stories.
Perhaps your son shares your sense of humour?

Hugh said...

Eskarina,

At least half of it. He has a funny mom.

Kim Clawson said...

Very cool story! I love the Interpreter stories too!