Did You Have Fun Storming the Castle?

Every evening, usually at the dinner table, Cowgrit asks me to tell her about my day. Half the reason she asks is so our boys get used to the routine so they’ll answer the question when they get older. We already ask Calfgrit7 this question each day after school, and when I get home from work, Calfgrit3 tells Cowgrit, “Tell Dad about our day.”

When Cowgrit asks me, I try to give a thorough answer, to be a good example. But really, when I leave work, I like to leave work. I don’t like to dwell on what I’ve done that day. It’s not that I have bad days, or anything like that, but my days aren’t particularly exciting. In fact, my days tend to be rather boring. Such is the life of an editor of manuals and technical documents.

What she never asks, but I really wish she would ask, is how my game night went. Especially after a night when we played Dungeons & Dragons. I’d love to tell about how we fought a dragon, raided a goblin warren, found ancient, glittering treasure, and saved a princess. I’d love to explain how we solved the puzzle to open the secret door that leads down to an even darker part of the dungeon, and how we fell prey to a diabolical trap. But sadly, my game night adventures are left to game nights and the occasional email exchanges with my gaming buddies.

Nobody wants to hear a geek yabber about his 6th-level war-priest and his holy hammer.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com