Lay Of The Land

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Ron Na­ga­sawa is cur­rently on va­ca­tion. This col­umn orig­i­nally ran on Jan. 9, 2013.

It’s been great hav­ing our 23-year-old son home for the hol­i­days. His 15-year-old sis­ter, his Nana and, of course, his mom have been elated. I love hav­ing our fam­ily re­united. It’s the high­light of my year. We prac­ti­cally do ev­ery­thing to­gether, whether it is roam­ing around the city, eating out or just stay­ing at home.

Ev­ery­one seems to fall back into their com­fort­able old habits, the main one be­ing to make fun of Dad.

On the week­end be­fore he left to go back to the Main­land, our son, his sis­ter and mother were gath­ered on the liv­ing room couch watch­ing some kind of talk show on tele­vi­sion. I was in an ad­ja­cent room and could some­what make out what they were talk­ing about.

Un­be­knownst to me, the show they were watch­ing was dis­cussing “man­scap­ing.” In case you don’t know, that is a pop cul­ture term for male per­sonal groom­ing be­low the belt.

Any­way, I could hear them laugh­ing, and I thought the sub­ject was about land­scap­ing. Want­ing to be in on the fam­ily dis­cus­sion, I de­cided to share re­cent ex­pe­ri­ences of my own hard work out in our yard — land­scap­ing.

I burst into the room and said, “Hey, I just rub­bish and man­i­cured the edges of the front area.” The three of them looked at me and then burst into un­con­trol­lable laugh­ter.

Puz­zled, I con­tin­ued: “And I trimmed the bush around the mail­box.” My son and my wife fell into each other’s arms, hys­ter­i­cal. My daugh­ter looked at me with her jaw dropped, and said, sub­ject was man­scap­ing, I slunk out of the room.

Good thing, be­cause I was just about to brag about what a good job I did with the weed whacker. rna­ga­sawa@mid­week.com

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