The Convergence Of Almost Nothing

I heard someone talking about “the convergence of everything” the other day and that sounded pretty clever. I was trying to find out who might have been the first person to come up with that phrase and I eventually found out that it had been used quite a bit and that the clever part was not the phrase itself but what you thought the phrase meant or what product or idea could be considered as the actual point of convergence.

For me things never seem to converge nicely but instead take off in different directions like goose feathers in a cyclone. Oh how I wish that things would converge into a nice little package for me to study and admire.

We have a pretty big family and it is hard to get everyone together in one place at the same time. You can usually snag a couple with the offer of a free meal or some sort of gift that has to be picked up in person.  A party will usually produce a minimum of a fifty percent family turnout but it looks like our next big thing is going to fall below that average for the first time in a long while.

Usually I am the one against throwing big parties but once every few decades I think you need to celebrate an event in a special way. We will do that soon with whoever is able to make it and I plan on having a lot of fun. I’m going to set up the photo gear in the living room, which has decent ceiling height and just enough width and depth to get the job done after removing just about all the furniture. If it was up to me I would probably get rid of all the furniture anyway and have the studio set up all the time since the living room only gets used a half-dozen times a year anyway.