This past week, I spent the day with my family. My mom and dad invited us all over for dinner at their house and we had pot roast. There is nothing that says dinner with the family like pot roast, and my dad makes one of the best. I even manage to talk about an art show I saw at the local museum recently to the mild interest of the people at the table. No telling if they would actually ever think to go to it themselves though.
After we had filled up on dinner, we all decided to watch the football game. I’m not a huge football fan and this game was a rerun from earlier, so my dad already knew the final score but it was sill a fun occasion. Even mom joined in on watching with all of us. I do have to say, however, that we didn’t really watch the game very closely. At one point, I came back from getting a drink from the fridge to find that the score had changed and most of the third quarter was dedicated to my dad discussing his favorite thing in the world, hunting.
There is not a single time I can remember where my dad has not worked hunting into the conversation somehow. He really has a one track mind about it, and it’s actually kind of humorous sometimes. This time, he was excited because he felt that he had just found and bought the nicest hunting rangefinder. He is absolutely convinced that this little device will make him a deer-finding machine.
Of course he showed it off to all of us and we all gave our requisite “Ooh”s and “Aah”s. Well, except for mom, who had disappeared into the mud room to do some straightening up at that point. I’m pretty sure this was calculated on her part. I know both of my parents pretty well, and I guarantee that she had already been given a full demonstration of dad’s new toy earlier in the day and didn’t want to hear the pitch again.
Just when he was getting really into it, the fourth quarter of the game got exciting again, which kind of limited dad’s ability to extol the virtues of his hunting equipment. Like I said, football is not really my thing, and I actually had to have some of the finer points regarding a penalty explained to me. So, I felt a little lost and silly at points, but I guess that at least I learned something new. Overall, I was pretty proud that I could keep up with a sport hat I have always liked but thought had exceedingly complicated rules and inexplicable formations and plays.
Overall it was a fun game with a lot of quality time with the family. Of course, pot roast is always a plus and I have to admit that I enjoyed playing with dad’s rangefinder. Football, however, is still an inexplicable mystery to me.