This night, as per the title of this post, I’m living good.\u00a0 Ani wanted a playdate. Usually, I dread such things, because it means her going door to door asking if anyone wants to play with her, and Christ knows what it means to me.\u00a0 Am I supposed to come over and linger at the sidewalk as she does what kids do?\u00a0 I hate to just send my kids to a house and let them have at it.<\/p>\n
But tonight, she wanted to play with a little boy across the street, and apparently they’d arranged beforehand their engagement.\u00a0 So, I go over to get her situated, and the dad is on the porch, so I’m happy to give my greetings and be on my way, but whaddya know — he’s smoking!<\/p>\n
Usually, when I’m smoking in the driveway, I coyly attempt to hide my cigarette when a neighbour comes by, thinking they’ll think I’m some monster blowing cancer into the faces of my little angels.<\/p>\n
But this guy was smoking, and by the slight slur in his voice (perceptible only to a fellow drinker), I could tell that wasn’t just Pepsi in his glass.\u00a0 And he immediately offers me a beer!\u00a0 And the beer, after a tour of their lovely home, becomes a glass of wine, and another, and indeed a wonderful night spent communing with a fellow husband, father, and neighbour.<\/p>\n
It was fun.<\/p>\n
And fun is what I’m supposed to be having, right?\u00a0 I’m supposed to be finding myself, finding something outside of my role as a husband and father, getting out and doing things.\u00a0 It’s why I went golfing for the first time in my life last weekend.\u00a0 It’s why I now have Saturday nights free to do whatever I want.<\/p>\n
More importantly, it was just fun, good times.\u00a0 He’s a great guy, his wife is a great lady, their son is a good kid, and they drink and smoke and we had good conversation and seemed to enjoy each other.<\/p>\n
So, may all of you have as good a night as I did.<\/p>\n
Oh, and one final note, to all the psychiatrists out there, and all those spending their timesheets and grant dollars puzzling out depression: the answer is alcohol.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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