Grandpa + Mandalorian, and the child… Baby Broda. I’m fully committed to fleshing out this cosplay for the two of us. We will rule the cons and Halloween… at least until he thinks I’m not cool anymore… assuming he thinks I’m cool in the first place.
This is the way.
Being a grandpa is, well, weird. Like most things that I’ve discovered as an adult, I was not prepared. Not that anything can really prepare you for this. But in many instances, I expected to have a sense of “I’ve arrived“. In this case, I expected to feel like I’ve achieved level 45 and unlocked the Secret Armor of Grandponius.
I did not.
Instead, I was hit with the reality that I’m older than I care to accept; that I’m not as young as my mind likes to think… or act; and that most people in my situation are in the same boat. None of us are really prepared for life’s steady progression. Most of us stumbled and fell back in our 20s, and now we’re struggling to keep pace.
Life likes to frequently remind me of my age. For instance, I now need reading glasses because apparently I’m not blind enough.
No matter. I will don them proudly as I consume more and more sci-fi. I just finished the Silo series my awesome Campfire Queen bought me many moons ago — if you haven’t read it, I highly recommend you do. Now I’m on to the Expanse series she got me for my birthday — nine books in total… that should keep me busy until retirement.
After completing my “Every Full Moon for a Year” goal last December, I’ve still had the itch for lunar learning. So I’ve decided to start observing, charting, and learning the Moon’s geography. And, of course, I will share it so that people appreciate how obsessed smart I am. I’ll even sprinkle in some history and mythology for flavor.
For instance, did you know both the sun (Sól) and the moon (Máni) get their names from Norse mythology? Even the word “solar” is Norse in origin — “Sólr” meaning “of Sól or of the sun”. How frackin’ cool is that?!
Because space.
That’s all for now. With that, I leave you with the daily existence of the Fluffertons… and Rocky… who nobody will adopt.
Until next time, ‘ver heil ok sæl’.
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