Like Father, Like Son
Okay. The Bar Mitzvah came and went. Elias did a great job. The more he was up there, the greater his composure and confidence. And you should have seen the suit he was wearing! I am incredibly proud and kvelling like crazy.
There was the ceremony (make that ceremonies) at the Saturday Morning Service, then the Kiddush afterwards, then some time to change, rest, get ready, followed by a dinner that evening. Sunday brought another party; this one the "Kids' Party," at an arcade and sports club sort of place. Lots of Elias' friends attended, played video games, air hockey, pinball machines, virtual batting cage, ping-pong, and so forth.
Then the whole shebang, the Bar Mitzvah Weekend, began to come to an end.
So here I am, at Elias' computer, and what does he decide he needs? HIS OWN WEBLOG! Like father, like son.
Heh, heh! Wait till you see what he decided to call it!!!
And now I must leave for my plane ride back to New York.
I could not be any prouder!
Why would it seem that suddenly the blog has been abandoned? Especially after the assistance, redesign, and Doc Searls publishing my e-mail comment to him about having so much to put in this thing? And the new design, too.
Also, if you scroll down some on the link to Doc's blog, you can see a picture of me and Doc having dinner at Katz's, the finest deli in New York. Click over, it is worth a gander.
Why, indeed.
Here's why: First, one must work for a living. And work, thankfully, has been rather hectic and extreme of late. That, of course, is a good thing.
Second: the dreaded holiday season. In my private dreamworld, the real and true DeanLand, there is no holiday season. Less stress. No worrying about gifts, cards, parties, and such related bullshit. Each year the kids join me on a visit to their paternal grandparents' place in Florida. Yes, Palm Beach County, where we actually ran into a guy named Chad. Hopefully more about him when things get back to normal(?).
That week-long visit to Florida, then a quick turnaround before Susan and I go to our annual New Year's Eve gathering (more on that, also, if and when normalcy should recur)....make for a lot of travel and minimal work time. The New Year's group is a great party, and it involves two full travel days and more than just spending New Year's eve there...but more on that some other time. Suffice it to say that that with a quick two-day exception, I was gone for about 17 days.
Third: all that stress relating to having a working laptop while away in Florida (still stuck with the old Sony; got a proper port replicator at full price from Sony, managed to get a monitor to use while in FL).
But the Fourth, and the REAL reason for my whining and moaning and paying little or no attention to this or any number of important items on life is this:
I am in North Carolina. My son's Bar Mitzvah is upon us. This is a big deal. Of course I am filled with pride and glee for him. But oh, man, the stress, the BS, the preparation, the planning. And who has been the point person for most of this (and gets much of the blame for the undue stress both my son and his older sister have had to endure?)?
Hint: I am divorced.
Hint: I don't live in North Carolina.
Hint: I would have done it very differently, and had the event and the associated gatherings, parties, celebrations, and stuff, reflect MY SON, not anyone else.
Well, if after all that you don't get it, please never click onto this page again.
If we survive this ordeal, I will post more afterward. At that time, according to the religion, my son will be a man. If I keel over and die, he will pick up the slack.
After all, I'm using his computer to post this.
Now feel free to discuss.
And remember, we answer the e-mail. All of it.
