Joash 1

Most mornings I send my younger son, Joash to the station to get his trainride to the office. In the evenings I pick him up. Most of the time we say little - maybe it's just the start of the day and in the evening after a hard day's work - tired. I enjoy doing it except if I am really tired/sleepy. He never fails to say thank you after every trip, and I never get tired listening to it. IN fact every time he says it, it gives me a good feeling.

Somehow I think, although we don't talk much, we share much. Does it make sense? A kind of knowing - even when there is little disclosure - verbally. I don't really know how this comes about. I felt much understood by him even if I don't explain much. It's good to have him around.

I also enjoy making "food" for him and his beloved. He likes my cooking or maybe he does not complain even when the food is not so good or bad. Anyway, he finished whatever I put on his plate and what more can a aspiring cook like myself ask for. Poor Joash - my "food tryer".

Tonight he will be trying my "black pepper chicken / pork " - brocolli, cauliflower, mushroom saute: Rainbow salad too.