“I’m getting a little bit tired of playing Mafia Wars. I think it’s time to find a new hobby.”
“Excuse me?” I could see by my husband’s expression that he was about ready to fall out in shock. I handed him a paper bag in case he started to hyperventilate.
“I’ve been looking for a new hobby.”
“That’s what I thought you said. You’re kidding, right? You’ve been playing that stupid game for more than a year.”
“It’s not a stupid game. I’ve met a lot of wonderful people who play that game. It has been a great social experience for me.”
Alex, my 17-year-old, chuckled. “‘Virtual’ friends aren’t real, Mom.” He made a big deal of putting air quotes around the word virtual.
My “mom frown” doesn’t work on him anymore. He laughed at me.
“They are so,” I answered. Unfortunately I sounded like a grumpy little kid. Sticking my tongue out at him didn’t add that touch of sophistication I would have liked to project either.
“Anyway, I’ve decided to take up ice sculpting,” I announced with a smile.
“You mean the kind of ice sculpting Bill Murray did in Groundhog Day? How are you going to manage that in Georgia in the summer?” Chris frowned at me. He knows me too well.
“I thought I’d start more slowly than that. I’m already working on my first piece. It’s in the freezer.”
Chris and Alex walked over to the freezer and pulled the door open.
“Isn’t it great? It’s a waterfall.”
“No,” they answered in unison. Chris groaned.
“Mom, the icemaker is broken.”
“Really? I thought it was too easy to make that lovely replica of Niagara Falls.”
“It’s going to take me all day to fix this.” Alex tried to sneak away, but Chris grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt. “It’s going to take us all day to fix this.” Now it was Alex’s turn to groan.
“I guess my new hobby isn’t a roaring success,” I mused aloud. “I’m going to go play Mafia Wars. You guys enjoy your new project.”
“Tell me again why you married her, Dad?”
“I don’t know, Alex. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Sculpture by Zheng Gougu http://dailyserving.com/2008/09/