For the past two days, my son has found sanctuary at his grandparents’
home; the holiday season inspires a brief getaway to a home, oblivious of the ‘stringent’
rules enforced by his parents.
Despite the typical growing pains, my home is a place of refuge after an
intense day of work; a warm greeting by my spouse as I enter through the
kitchen door, and a delayed acknowledgement from a son who finds two seconds to
address his father, pausing between levels on his Playstation game.
Last night, I observed a quieter, more reserved climate within the
home. My wife and I went about our
chores following a typical routine, working towards our scheduled 9pm appointment,
and collapsing in the living room before a monotonous lineup of repeat shows.
It’s ironic
how every satellite channel airs new episodes when it’s least convenient to
watch, but when one finds the time, Honey Boo Boo and her repugnant family are
slopping up a macaroni and mayonnaise dish with their grubby-based hands.
As an overweight individual, I have often professed that boredom
inspires a wave of binge-eating. Honey
Boo Boo’s family had the opposite effect, and I found myself retiring early on
an empty stomach. The grumbling noise
implied that a chocolate bar would be the perfect candidate for a midnight
snack, but I opted for a glass of milk and a session of E! News on my tablet; the untimely death of Sopranos star James
Gandolfini ended my evening on a sad note.
James Gandolfini was best known for his Emmy-winning portrayal of New
Jersey mob boss Tony Soprano in the television series The Sopranos.
Although no cause of death has been given, unconfirmed reports have suggested
a heart attack or stroke. Sopranos creator David Chase said Gandolfini was one
of the greatest actors of all time.
As I bid farewell to an accredited actor, I drifted into an
uninterrupted sleep and met up with a plethora of friends, and a bizarre message
from a departed family member who reassured me that “everything was going to be
ok.”
I called my son this morning, only to be greeted by a colloquial verse
of street lingo. There was a light at then end of the tunnel – reassured by my
son that tonight he was coming home. The emptiness had mysteriously
disappeared.
Weight
for me soon. Paul
Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts.
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com
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