Picasso called me about 1 o'clock this afternoon. I was in the tunnel at the Roosevelt station.
"Are you home?" he asked.
"No, but what's up?" He told me he was in the process of wiring up his new Internet, but it's 50 feet from where the jack is to his room, where he wants his computer to be, and his ethernet cable wouldn't reach that far.
"I'll try to go by Radio Shack after this meeting," I told him. The meeting ran long, but I was taking my computer to the shop--a repair place on the North Side--and they told me they could make a 50-foot ethernet cable for me. So I said yes, do it, and called Picasso back.
"Hey, the repair place can make you a cable," I told him.
"How much does it cost?"
"Hold on and I'll find out. If it's too much for you I'll make it your Christmas present." I asked the guy, who thought it was about $15.
"Oh, I can pay you back," Picasso said.
Then I remembered to ask him what he was doing home at one o'clock in the afternoon on a school day.
"It was a student development day. I went last time and it was really boring. We didn't do nothing," he told me.
"All right, you didn't miss classes, but we're going to talk about this the next time I see you. You're going tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah."
"If I get home in time tonight, I'll call you and bring the cable over. Otherwise I'll get it to you when you get home from school tomorrow."
Picasso goes to Curie. I'll have to check in with some teacher buddies of mine there about what this student development day stuff is and why it's boring.
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