#94 – What’s for Dinner

My friend, Steve, devised a clever means to address some unfortunate added responsibilities at home. With his wife bedridden for the next couple of weeks (after recent surgery) he’s had to become “Mr. Everything,” family chef included. But he’s jumped into his new role with gusto, even creating a weekly restaurant-style menu from which his wife and kids select their daily meals. I love the concept, but I thought it could work even better with a bit of “Sternifying.” Consequently, yesterday morning I typed up my own fancy looking menu and sent it to Steve for his perusal. As I’d hoped, he loved it and told me it had really brightened his day.

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#96 – Schoolyard Blues

I survived my first mentoring session this afternoon, barely. Curiously, when his teacher introduced me to my mentee, Ernie, I saw no overt signs of berserker. He looked rather ordinary: a bit stocky perhaps, and (from what I was told) on the tall side for his age. And nothing in his outward appearance suggested Satan’s spawn. Frankly, I thought his cherubic face, innocent brown eyes, and close-cropped mat of black hair more reminiscent of a harmless Chia pet than the marauder he turned out to be.

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#103 – Battleship

I completed my second mentoring session with Ernie today, this time in the school library. Having him anchored at a table (instead of running amok on the playground, like last week) provided my first opportunity to chat with him, man to man. But he acted so closed-mouth at first, I began to think I’d do better reading him his Miranda rights and interrogating him.

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