For the past week (but what seems like two), I've been editing some video I shot for my wife's elementary school. The fifth graders put on their yearly Veteran's Day celebration pageant and I shot the video in an effort to give the kids and hard-working staff something to remember. My production hit a number of snags, but I finally completed the last of the 30 DVD's this evening. My laptop is now free to move about the house, as I'm no longer confined by Firewire and USB cables. It feels liberating, and it's one of the prime reasons I bought this Macbook Pro a month or so ago...but what I find odd is that all I did was unplug the cables and set the computer in my lap. I've literally moved this machine about the distance of a football. Which brings to mind how utterly inept the Seahawks have looked lately. The irony is that I'm not sure the Seahwaks can move a football the length of my laptop.
Miles and I drove a few minutes down the road yesterday to help one of my best friends pack up his enormous trailer and move three time-zones away. I'll miss him very much, but one of the things I've noticed as I've grown up is that with the advent of technology, the world keeps getting smaller. Take for example, my trip to Brisbane 18 months ago. On my third night there, my buddy Mike and I were walking down Kelvin Grove Road one evening when we passed upon a restaurant/pub. It was called The Normanby Hotel (or Normanby's) and it later proved to be one of our favorite spots for watching rugby. But we would probably never have discovered it if it wasn't for someone inside yelling my name over the crowd. I had been in 'Brizzy' for just about 60 hours. Who could possibly know me here? I scanned the hazy crowd of twenty-somethings smoking and drinking pints of XXXX (pronounced 'four-x') and met eyes with a student I taught back in Bingen the previous year. He waved us in and we ended up meeting several of the blokes we would end up teaching the next week. Great experience. Small world.
My buddy and I just loaded the last of the big stuff into his trailer and we went inside and sat down to catch up for a few. Miles and his kids were playing hide-and-seek amongst the maze of cardboard boxes in the living room. It was fun to watch Miles with other kids. I don't often get to see him in that world. He usually interacts with adults, and I think that has quite an effect on how he views the world. For example, after my buddy's daughter was found crouched behind a disassembled sofa, his kids sprinted down the hallway to explore prospective hiding places. Miles stopped at the stairs and yelled "slow-down kids!" It was both hilarious and heart-breaking. The contrast of seeing a two-year-old give parental commands to kids twice his age was something for which I just wasn't ready.
But he has a way of bringing it all back home and reminding me of how big and small he is, all at once. On Friday night he asked me if he could pick up JJ. JJ weighs in at a svelte 16 pounds and Miles clocks in at roughly 35. I hoisted JJ up to Miles and he wrapped his arms around him in a move that resembled a reverse-Heimlich Maneuver. Miles carried him this way from JJ's cradle (in the living room...another story) to his bedroom to a wide-eyed mother (who will probably site my condoning of this adventure as Exhibit C during a future custody battle). No one was hurt.
I'd write more tonight, but it's time for me to stop the writing and start some reading. The boys have been down for an hour now and it's my turn to use the Kindle.