The other night at work my buddy Edd
asked, “You writing much?” The question came after a
conversation about our kids. His boy's a couple years older than
mine. Edd is a busy guy too. “Not much,” I said. “Rough,”
he said. “Yeah,” I countered. It is rough. But I realize that
life just has to be that way sometime. After all, if nothing more,
I'm committed to this blog so I know I'm good for at least 1,000
words (or so) a week. I realize that time gets the better of us at
various stages in our lives, and I realize that time really is very
limited. Sadly, I write so much less than I once did, and I have
so many fewer hours than I've ever had. So what? I get to play with
a baby all day and it's just as gratifying as the work of the writing
that once filled up my time.
Years ago, well over 20 of them in
fact, I remember buddies of mine whiling away the day with their
Gameboys. Tetris was big addiction back then. I never had the
patience for video games, not then, not since and not now. I did
play Tetris a few times. I wasn't very good at it. I understood the
shapes and how they fit together. What I didn't get was how to move
the controls fast enough. In theory, Tetris is the perfect game for
a guy like me. I love to fit things into a neat space. Just look at
the trunk of the car when we go on trips.
