Saturday, August 3, 2019

The New Hobby


“It’s not a major catastrophe if you don’t get everything you need this trip.” I say, but he doesn’t even look away from his screen and keyboard. If it were paper and not online the catalogue at Leather Unlimited would be torn and tattered.    
“What is it you’re researching now?” I try again. He’s been here one hour and 20 minutes now.
“Rivets.”
Oh. There’s a language involved, he’s learning it. Stitching awls, saddle skirting, half-hides. The morning coffee has gone cold. We’ll leave soon for the city.
He’s needed to fill his time. A new hobby. Other than online shopping.