I consider myself blessed I get to spend part of my time hanging out with my grandkids. Along with the expected joys that come from hanging out with these terrific small humans, I get to share things they are excited about. Recently, it was a cartoon called Bluey.
I like the artwork of the show. There are things in the background that make the world of Bluey more believable and more like your home. Minor details like outlets, window cranks, and the miscellaneous stuff on a bookshelf all make the program more immersive. The best part is that I get to enjoy watching most episodes with my granddaughters on my lap, as we laugh together at the funny parts.
The show has been around for three seasons, and is catching on in America thanks to a streaming service picking it up. As more and more people are familiar with it in the United States, you can occasionally get away with slipping a reference from the show into a conversation. I had such an experience during a recent coffee shop visit.
Me: I'd like a large nonfat cappuccino with whipped cream and one Splenda.
Barista: Absolutely name for the order?
Me: (after a moment's thought) Telemachus.
Barista: Uh, could you say that again, please?
As I was about to speak, the barista standing next to the first one, took the cup from her.
Barista 2: It's okay (as she wrote on the cup) I got this.
I thanked them both and then stepped aside to wait for my order to be prepared. After a few moments, Barista 2 nodded toward me as she extended the cup in my direction. Taking the cup from her, I spun it around in my hand to get the mouth hole in the right place. Then I noticed what name she had written upon it... Bluey's Dad.
I guess it could've been different, the Barista could've written Son of Odysseus and Penelope instead.