Have a high pressure job? You know the type I'm speaking of. The type of job that requires a bottle of Maalox be kept on top of your desk. For me, my primary job is to ensure that 13 million plus Americans receive the correct copayment for their presciption drug. And then because I want to keep up the practice of pharmacy I moonlight at a local retail pharmacy. All that involves is to ensure that you walk away with the right medication instead of one that may kill you. I'm there to save lives, not take away.

High pressure indeed.

Last Friday, The Boy® and The Wife® were off from work so I invited them down to my office for a picnic lunch. As soon as I saw The Boy®, all work-related pressure evaporated. I wonder if that is the same for you? Does your blood pressure immediately decrease 50% as soon as you see your spouse and child/children? Good, that's the way it should be.

We enjoyed sandwiches and Cheetos. We stopped to smell the flowers. We walked to a pond to see how much the goslings had grown since they were born.

Later that evening, I sat in the backyard and watched The Boy® and our youngest dog (Pont, a whippet) play chase. The Boy® was playing the part of the Road Runner and he had somehow talked Pont into taking on the role of Wile E. Coyote.

They played chase well past dark when Pont's eyes started glowing at which point it became a chase between Duck Dodgers and Marvin the Martian's dog K9.

At that point, I finally felt like summer had hit. Summer picnics. Beautiful summer evenings under the stars. A boy playing with his dog.

I could have tackled the world's biggest issues at that point. Instead I simply got up from my chair and assumed the role of Marvin the Martian and gave chase with my Uranium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulator. Work could wait another day.

Posted by maasx003 at July 6, 2005 09:00 AM | TrackBack