A Wonderful Weekend

At this moment, Scooter is snuggling beside me on the couch.  He jumps up behind my legs and pushes my feet forward so he has more room. Then he puts his head below the cushion (so his eyes are in the dark), goes to sleep and begins snoring loudly.  He is happy -  I am scrunched.

To my right is Bill reading the news on his computer.  He is thinking deeply but I doubt if it is good news.  

Directly in front of me are all three of my boys home for a short visit.  I feel like a mother hen with her little chicks cuddled closely under her wings. They are playing the video game Space Engineer which allows you to build factories, space stations and ships in outer space.  It is like a highly complicated game of legos inside your computer.  All my sons inherited their father's engineering brain so they love to design and build.  Their computers are linked so they work together.  Each one is wearing headphones so they can hear the sound effects of the game as they communicate.  They have also done this when living at their separate apartments in different states.  It is their way of relaxing.

Since I am not part of the game and can only hear half of their conversations, I hear some odd comments.  These are a few I have overheard today:

"Has your spacesuit ever run out of hydrogen while working in space?"

"Yes.  I died."

"Don't fly your ship into a rock.  You will regret it."

"Where are you?"
"I'm in the burning pile of wreckage floating by your window."

"I'm tired of mining dirt so I'm taking some of your resources."

"The Universe is really big."

"Before the day is over, I want to visit at least one planet."

"Let's take the Starship Enterprise for a spin around the block."

"GUYS!  My ship is floating away!"
"Engage your thrusters."
"I forgot to build one."
"Your tether will hold."
"I forgot that too!"
Amidst howls of laughter, a rescue operation ensued.

While taking a break from constructing spaceships, they returned to earth so we could have lunch with Nana at her new assisted living apartment.  She is quite happy living there and was pleased to see us.

Sometimes for a brief moment, life is perfect.