Life’s Little Surprises
I got a friendly email this morning from a “small c” conservative blogger who’s a regular reader, asking why I hadn’t been posting lately.
Without going into gruesome detail, my 35 year old son moved back home two months ago – a combination of difficult circumstances financial and other.
Given that Mrs. B and I are both older persons, pretty private and quiet sorts, and rather fond of the little lives we’ve built for ourselves over the last fifteen years, it’s not been easy. In fact, I don’t think I would have been able to guess how weird and exhausting it is to suddenly share your home with another adult.
We’re all working it out. But I’ve been too distracted to post much. Apologies to my bunkermate for having to carry the load, and thankfully things seem to be working themselves out.
Best of luck, my friend. I hope this sorts itself out in good time.
And you thought you were going to enjoy the ‘empty nest syndrome’
Having just moved in with some family myself, I deeply resent having to wear clothing all the time.
“Empty Nest Syndrome”, we realized fifteen years ago, is a brazen fiction confected and perpetuated by crafty teenagers in a desperate attempt to prolong their billet to the last glorious, rent-free second.
Whooee! I feel yer anguish, Balbu. A few years back, after my boomerang boy son finally quit comin’ back, Ma an’ I took in my 42 YO brother who was shakin’ a badass heroin habit. He’d bottomed out in pretty much every way possible. We kept him fer a year. Today, he’s clean and sober and married and owns a house and has his own contractin’ business. There was some tough goin’ that year (1995-96). When I look back now, I’m dang glad we was able to do what we done.
Moral of the story: 10 years from now, this’ll be a happy memory.
JB