Sin is Crouching at the Door
K's uncharacteristic hollering pulled me from a meeting, so we drove off to walk trails, found a leave-art-take-art box, and ate mediocre BBQ while talking about catching stress before it boils over. On lazy management, more one-on-one time, and ruling over the sin crouching at the door.
I was in a lengthy meeting when I heard, from elsewhere in the house, bellowing / hollering uncharacteristic of K, but distinctly K's voice. A parent can ofter tell the different types of "cries", and I knew something tragic (at least in his mind) had just happened, but he wasn't physically hurt. My meeting wrapped up and I went in search of K.
It was immediately apparent that K needed to get out of the house, so K and I drove to a nearby park to walk some trails and talk. After that, we ventured in the nearby, quaint little downtown area to burn some more time. We discovered this "leave art. take art" box (pictured above) on the side of the road. It's an interesting spin on the take-a-book / leave-a-book boxes I see sometimes.
I suggested grabbing some dinner. Each of our first several restaurant choices were completely packed. Finally, we found a derelict BBQ place with mediocre food, an awful parking lot and terrible waiters. Thankfully, there was abundant parking and immediate seating. I can't decide if that's better than waiting an hour for a table when you're already hungry. K quickly settled on the chicken tenders (of course) and was not disappointed.
