I've been thinkin'/talkin'/dreamin' about it for quite awhile.
And it might happen.
TechnoBoy is building me an actual website.
Yeah. And it might even work!
We've spent most of this evening on it.
It's a lot of me telling him what I want, him telling me why it won't work, and a few gallons of the Elixir of Knowledge.
"Okay. I want a thingy there that does this. Oh, and a doohickey over here that'll do that."
"Dad, that's how they did it in the '90s. This is how it's done NOW."
And he says that as if the '90s were sooooo long ago.
Like Beanie Babies are only three months newer than the Roman Empire.
"Let's put these colors here and this color there."
"At first glance people will think you're running a pre-school."
As we continue the verbal tug-of-war I start to notice something.
I'm losing.
TechnoBoy explains the benefits of this, the added features of that.
And he's right.
Nuts.
Nuts, nuts, nuts.
Forgive me.
That's just my wounded pride talking.
Nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts.
My pride can get pretty mouthy.
And it doesn't change anything.
TechnoBoy is still right.
It's now two hours later and there's a working skeleton of a website.
The domain name is purchased and the format's laid out.
And it looks pretty cool.
And sooooo not '90s.
We wander out of the Dining/Living/Family/Computer Room for more of the Elixir.
And now it's the Chair for me and International Gaming for him.
The final sips of the Elixir pulls the evening together.
How often do I argue with Him about how my life is supposed to go.
How I want it to go.
And He chuckles.
"That is sooooo Old Life. This is the New Life, now. This is soooo
much better. Trust me."
Yeah.
I know.
He's right.
Nuts.
Well.
It's time I said good-bye to my Beanie Babies.
And say hello to the Adventure.
And a new "not '90s" life.