I kinda freaked...I had left a message with student from years ago...What would he think?....Rang my daughter...She was driving...said she would get back to me in 20 mins...to try Facebook messenger call...I did...no answer...Left a message 'I give up + happy birthday anyway'...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 2, 2020
The phonecall... My son did all the chatting...He was wound up about his 'armour' project - protective gear for bike riders (My son is a bit of a mad professor...maybe more than a bit...But this project has lasted longer than most...years actually). He's attracted attention...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 2, 2020
First...I listen and enjoy his enthusiasm...Take a slight detour and ask about his partner and his dog, just so I can get some relief from all the technical details my son shares...And then I dare to ask a question 'What about heat under the armour'? He's off again...I don't mind— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 2, 2020
Final reflection... A few years ago, this same son decided to do a marathon bike (pedal this time) ride... the whole of South America from Equator to the southernmost tip...He kept contact by updating blog posts about his ride... For me, that was far more agonising... I think...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) July 2, 2020
***HERE IS MY SON'S BLOG ABOUT HIS SOUTH AMERICA RIDE
He could have been a writer???...
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