This… is Porter.
Or as my wife calls him in a proper English accent: Harry Porter.
A few years ago, I had the pleasure of leading him through a meditation. Afterwards, we became friends. Now, every so often, he brings his son Koa up for the weekend, and we hang out around the house—usually with a stack of board games nearby.
Yesterday was a full one.
Jennie and Porter built these epic cat bridges while Riley and I gathered ingredients for today’s Hatch Green Chile Verde.
In between all that, we played a game of Forest Shuffle—which I won, of course.
After hamburgers (and some stiff, dry, not-so-great cheese), we settled in for an intense late-night match of Dune Imperium: Uprising.
Near the end, my son Riley summed it up perfectly:
“I don’t like this game. It’s my favorite game… but I don’t like it.”
I get it. It’s not a fun game—it’s a test. You have to bring your full mind online just to survive, much less win.
By midnight, Riley was done. “I just want this game to end,” he groaned.
That’s when I gave him some fatherly wisdom:
“Shut up and keep playing. This is when it counts—when you’re tired, when it’s tough, when you want to quit. That’s when you push through.”
He took it to heart, buckled down… and beat me by a single point.
I never like losing—but watching my son refuse to quit? That’s a win in my book.
Meanwhile, Porter—only his second game—was ready for round three. The man’s coming along fast. One day, he might even be a threat.
That was my Saturday: my wife, two good men, a house full of projects, and an intense, focused game to end the night.
A perfect day.
Today? More projects. More games. A past life regression. And that famous Hatch Green Chile Verde.
Does it get better than that?
Stoking the sacred fire,
Let’s go.
—Jason