The Packing Blues

Plymouth State University, Plymouth, NH

Summer's almost over and the nights are growing cool.

In a week my eldest son will leave to go to school.

Hasn't finished packing yet; he hasn't even started.

Even though his other friends have almost all departed,

There are always more farewells that he has got to make.

Doesn't seem concerned (at all) about what he should take.

Plans to bring his T.V. set, his X-Box and guitar.

Sunday night he'll probably just cram things in the car.

Needs to find the other things he'll take to Plymouth State.

Wish that he'd get organized; the hour groweth late...

Guess I shouldn't worry; he's just 90 miles away.

I can always make it there - and back - in half a day.

Halo 4-itis?

Halo 4

Youngest son is home from school; he says he isn't well...

Doesn't have a fever but his glands began to swell;

Nose is stuffed, he has a cough, and claims his throat is sore...

I suspect the boy has got a case of Halo 4.

Oldest went and bought the game the morning it came out.

Both have tried explaining to me what it's all about.

Seems there's some poor Master Chief - who's always in a fight -

Woken from a frozen sleep 'cause something wasn't right.

I must say, the graphics in the game are pretty wild.

Not exactly Sonic games... He loved those as a child.

Both my sons are blown away and, now - the youngest, sick?

Maybe I'm just cynical, but I think it's a trick.