Sunday Afternoon

It’s boring, but it’s an entry. 
 
Today was Sunday, the one day of the week that I generally reserve for myself. But not today!
 
Son wandered downstairs at around 11.00.am – which, to him, is first thing – and asked if I wanted to spend some time with him.
 
Sucker? Yes, of course I did.
 
We spent all afternoon on his homework. Analysing balance sheets and deciding where he should invest his pretend £10,000. Ratios, percentages, trends, factors and lots of numbers mixed together with recommendations and strategies.  
 
The awful thing was, I quite enjoyed it. Many years ago, pre-kids, part of my job was analysing accounts and giving credit (or not) to companies. Son was totally amazed that I was able to help him relatively easily and that I knew what he was talking about. Some things don’t change despite being prettied up by Windows.
 
Mark Twain, I think… anyway, it fits:
 
“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."
 
I’m into quotes at the moment. I just emailed my timesheet into work for next week and as I never have any content to the email – the timesheet is an attachment – I add a quote to it, just because. Today’s:
 
"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home."  Ken Olson, 1977, Digital Equipment Corporation.