I
ask a simple question. “Hey, why don’t
you come for a walk with me around the reservoir?”
It’s
perfect summer weather. Somewhere in the
70’s with little humidity. My son isn’t
doing anything.
But
really. You’d have thought I’d ask him
if he could go to a museum with me for an exhibit on medieval tapestries (we
actually did do this once).
His
response to my request for a walk? “No thank you.”
He
then amplifies his response when he sees I don’t like it.
“I don’t even understand walking as a form of
exercise. It’s ridiculous.”
“You don’t get thinner.”
“You don’t get toned.”
It’s a waste of time unless you’re walking to get
some place.”
“And, it takes up a lot of time.”
This,
from my well-educated son who also says, “Why would you want to take 4-days to
read a book when you can see the movie in only two hours?”
I
try a new tactic.
“Look
at it this way. You'd be spending 45 minutes of uninterrupted time
with me.”
Hah! As if that’s an incentive.
But
in the end, Alexander agrees.
It
takes away just a little bit of the guilt for the dinner we have later with Valerie
at Atlantic Grill.
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