Last Monday was Hunter’s birthday. We actually got to speak to him that evening too! Well, he’s usually busy with swimming practice or meets, Hunter is a regular Aquaman like his mother. From what I could gather, he had a nice laid-back day. Gotta’ get that kid over to Austin for a day of Uncle Maggi’s Geek Crawl again.
It’s a special birthday in my opinion for a couple reasons. Firstly, he becomes a full-fledged, entry-level member of Club Teenager. Thirteen doesn’t count due to the suffix. Thirteen has training wheels on it, much like a midshipman on a naval vessel. Fourteen is when you get the commission since the majority of kids this age start high school. Hunter’s birthday lies in a crummy gray area, forcing him to be a grade behind where I was 31 years ago.
Speaking about it all being about me, me and me. Hunter and his family are eventually moving to Qatar (pronounced like Welcome Back Kotter) due to dad taking a position there. I remember turning his age and having to move from my comfy, predictable neck of Central Illinois to the crazy boom years of Houston. It felt as if we moved to another planet. Hunter receives the real experience when it comes to living on another world, the Middle East has less in common with Anywhere, US. I only wish Qatar were farther away from Iraq, Iran, Yemen and Saudi Arabia. The little Arabic nation is nested in a hotbed resembling Marquette University’s precarious location in Milwaukee during the Eighties.
Off to get his late card and interim gift out into the mail. Somara is already planning to update her passport. I’m trying to think of a little bash to send Hunter out in style because sending him comic books directly will be a tad pricey.