The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

4 July 2004

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Today my son Russell is twenty-three, an age where I distinctly remember thinking, "Aren't things supposed to start making sense about now?" They are, and yet they aren't; by now, the wackyness of adolescence is starting to disappear, and it's replaced by — what? The transition from party animal to family man doesn't happen overnight, and the period of adjustment takes longer than either of us ever imagined. (Okay, I wasn't much of a party animal, but you get the idea.) It's nothing he can't handle, though. While he seems to have picked up my mannerisms and penchant for nonlinear thinking, he's also got his mother's bulldog tenacity, which is proving to be far more useful. His life is securely anchored; all he has to do now is determine how to best to navigate.

In the next office over, someone is twenty-three and then some (never mind how many) today. Your basic Oklahoma farm girl, her wants are simple, and her emotional baggage, so far as I can tell, is confined to one small carry-on piece. Incredibly sweet and mostly even-tempered — in other words, the exact opposite of me — she really deserves better than this tedious workaday existence. I don't know when, exactly, but I'm convinced someday somebody will walk up to her and say something like this:

It's not much of a spread — a few acres, just enough of a crop to sell and a little left over to feed the livestock — but it's mine, and someday I want it to be ours.

And the floodgates will open and she'll rush into his arms and they'll live happily ever after and I'll find out once and for all if I'm going to miss her as much as I think I will.

Posted at 6:11 AM to General Disinterest


Why don't you ask the woman at your work out for lunch sometime? Unless you think you wouldn't have anything to talk about.

Posted by: Dawn at 8:14 PM on 4 July 2004

We have 30 minutes for lunch; I think about 22 would be spent in awkward silence.

Posted by: CGHill at 8:17 PM on 4 July 2004

Ha!

By the way - what's with 30 minutes for lunch? Is this common?

Posted by: Dan at 10:19 PM on 4 July 2004

It's what we get. In practice, I can usually polish it off in twenty or less. And our lunch periods don't overlap anyway, so I would have to do some serious schedule alterations.

Posted by: CGHill at 7:55 AM on 5 July 2004

I would be so easy to be trite here....but I won't.

Ask her...to lunch...to coffee (beers?)after work.
Most folk have little odds and ends decorating their cube...make a pleasent comment about something she has there, while in passing. If you don't take the chance of getting wounded in the war of love...how will you ever know the sweet taste of victory?

Guy gets off his soapbox and shuffles off into the break room.

Posted by: Guy S. at 4:00 PM on 6 July 2004

Actually, the topic has come up. And apart from my general unwillingness to fish off the company pier, I don't think we'd have the sort of wonderful time she's looking for.

Posted by: CGHill at 4:59 PM on 6 July 2004