I made some good progress on the thing picture above, nearly finished it, really. It needs some cushions, Abby’s working on them, and it needs some boxes on the far end but if you look at it from the same angle that picture was taken, it’s basically done.

After I had done the dishes, tidied up before bed, and turned out the lights, I turned them back on. I stood there and I appreciated the thing. All the work it took, in terms of knowledge and elbow grease across years and then weeks. And I appreciated all the years it would be a staple of this house, if I’m lucky. 

The kids who grow up eating breakfast and doing homework on it will remember it, and hopefully fondly. 

That’s some dad stuff if I ever heard it. 

Earlier today a friend send me an interesting article about how an online social life, particularly one mediated by the social media apps so many enjoy, particularly for children, is bad. 

I agree.

This essay didn’t so much change my mind as help me clarify why I feel the way I do, and to help me argue that point more effectively. 

I was immediately inspired to send that article to some family members: my mother, my mother in law, my brother in law, my sister in law. I haven’t yet, because I think it’s a little rude: sending an articulate essay arguing a point you made in an earlier debate.

I suppose as fatherhood becomes me I’ll care less; about wearing dad-hats, having a dad-bod, and sending kind of imperious articles. (the article wasn’t imperious, but I am.)