Dozing polar bear, Indianapolis Zoo

Friday, April 18, 2008

Half a world apart

Though I know from our many years of marriage that he would prefer to spend next week pulling trout out of the Kootenai River, Mr. T has elected to make his sixteenth voyage to China tomorrow. His record at Old Company was five trips in one year (four of those trips occurred in four months). Fortunately, this will probably be his only trip this year now that he is at New Company, which still manufactures most of its products here. But he does have to make this one trip.

The Kid is at an age where he has affixed himself firmly to his dad, and resents any attempt at separation. This has gotten so bad recently that, when Mr. T leaves to go to work, The Kid has been known to fling himself onto the carpet, weeping. The Kid is the clownfish to Mr. T's anemone.

It's a unmistakable sign of the pettiness of my character that I am mildly pleased at this turn of the tables. When The Kid was a wee pup and reacted to my departures in the same way, Mr. T didn't really get how badly it sucked. Now he does. But this does present a problem for tomorrow's international trip, and as is customary, it's my job to deal with the fallout. So I've booked The Kid's favorite babysitter for Sunday and Monday, and then on Tuesday I am going to spend four hours on a plane so I can deposit The Kid with my mother, sit on the couch and press a cold cloth to my forehead. When I recover, I will execute my always carefully planned tour of favorite restaurants, accompanied by various home friends. The various members of my family will, each in their turn, annoy the living shit out of me. That is the routine. That is how it goes. It has been and ever will be thus.

My babysitter has agreed to superintend my ill-behaved herd of canines during my absence, which probably means she won't be speaking to me when I get back. The good news is that my mother actually got high-speed internet since my trip there in December. Which means that I might even blog.

For his part, Mr. T won't be too lonely. He and friend/commenter Tony, who has taken over Mr. T's former job, will find themselves in the same obscure south China city, in the same hotel, along with our Chinese friends O and P. It's almost enough to make me wish I could be there with them.

5 comments:

Jeannie said...

We love our family warts and all as they do us...and there's no better place to be when the better half is missing in action for awhile. I don't think we're ever to old to appreciate that. Have fun and eat something good for me. I LOVE to eat out!! With wine of course...! :)

Shelby said...

happy what's left of the weekend :)

Anonymous said...

Well China sounds exciting! Is life as brutal for the citizens as we believe? I know, I see lots of Chineese Baby girls being adopted by young rich yuppy couples in Chicago.

I would like to see the scenery there, like the mountains n stuff. They look totally different I bet. Talk about being in a different world.

Poor little Mr T Jr.

Anonymous said...

Well China sounds exciting! Is life as brutal for the citizens as we believe? I know, I see lots of Chineese Baby girls being adopted by young rich yuppy couples in Chicago.

I would like to see the scenery there, like the mountains n stuff. They look totally different I bet. Talk about being in a different world.

Poor little Mr T Jr.

Trailhead said...

Because of the nature of the work, we end up around a lot of entrepreneurs, and I don't think you could call their lives brutal by any stretch of the imagination. Most of our friends and acquaintances are significantly wealthier than Mr. T and I ever will be, that's for sure. One of them was just absolutely appalled at the fact that we drive a five year old Toyota.

So unfortunately, I haven't gotten to interact a lot with average citizens. One of my friends (the one who was so fretful over the state of our vehicles) was going to take me to the farming village he grew up in. (He certainly wasn't born wealthy.) But I got really ill and spent that day vomiting up my internal organs instead. I was bummed to miss that trip.