Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Still Tethered To The Coop, But Taking A Test Flight

The #1 son has flown the coop to roost at Missouri Boys State for ten days. He's part of the staff this year, designing their website and keeping it running. He's an IT man. For this selfless devotion to a cause he believes in, he will earn a grand total of $100. For ten days. Oh, and he has to buy a couple of staff shirts out of that, even though they are gifting him with two. Then there's the expense of gas to get him from Hillmomba to Warrensburg and back. Thank the Gummi Mary, he will be feasting on cafeteria food.

I asked #1 if he would be eating the same stuff as the Boys State delegates, in their cafeteria. As I remember, last year he reported that he and his cohorts sat around pondering the age-old boy-question: "But who's going to make the sandwiches?" Then one meal, they had a spread of sandwich-makings. "You should have seen it, Mom. They never did that again. It was a mess!" This time, he will be eating the same cafeteria food, but IN THE STAFF DINING ROOM. Yeah. He's movin' on up. I imagine the food will taste better in that rarefied atmosphere.

He left this morning at 7:00, planning to arrive by noon. At 10:00, called to report that he was on a parking lot, getting ready to take some pictures of the state capitol. And that he had spent the morning fighting with his GPS, which kept commanding him, "TURN AROUND!" It wanted him to take I-70, but his dad wanted him on the back roads, and he refused to take the same back roads his dad takes. Still, he made it.

The #1 son was last seen toting a camera bag with a tripod sticking out by his head, a European carryall man-purse computer bag on his shoulder, dragging a soft-sided red suitcase on wheels that was big enough to hold two Ponys if they intertwined like sleeping cats.

I'm sure he'll have a great time.

4 comments:

Sioux said...

HM--He had a murse? I guess that's better than a "bro" or a "mansierre."

I'm sure he'll have a great time. And if he wants to torture his underlings, the hot shots can occasionally shout out while eating, "Man, this steak is great," or "Pass me the crab legs."

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Hopefully, he won't be wrapping bites of mutton in Gramma Mimma's napkins.

Sioux said...

Yes, because then, at some point, someone will attract the canines...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
And if the canines become too vocal, a bungling hit man will be contracted to silence them.