Spent the week­end house sit­ting for my boss (on a trip to watch his daugh­ter per­form in New York) with Trolley, Nick, and two Eric’s. We spent most of the week­end hang­ing out, play­ing some Gamecube, watch­ing movies on the 100″ pro­jec­tion screen, and mak­ing runs to Timmy Ho’s.

My boss and his fam­i­ly has three dogs, two cats, a few tur­tles, and some guinea pigs. One of the dogs, named Spike, is a tiny ter­ri­er but is like a lit­tle light­ning bolt. He’s still a pup, but won’t be get­ting any big­ger than he already is.

The two cats, Boots and Puffy, are well behaved and friend­ly.

I got the chance to hang out with Eric, the one who’s not Trolley’s broth­er. He can appre­ci­ate a glass of Appleton Estate as much as a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, as much as a well designed com­put­er game. And I mean real­ly appre­ci­ate, as a per­son who almost com­plete­ly under­stands what he likes, instead of the super­fi­cial tastes that so many have nowa­days. I can light up with him, talk to him on an unbe­liev­able num­ber of lev­els, play games with him, or just hang out. He rarely speaks, but when he does his speech has weight, it has mean­ing with so much insight. I hope to hang out with him some more if he does­n’t go back home to Toronto. There should be more Eric’s in the world.