Yaay! glad to hear you’ve broached the subject of you helping with him. 529 FTW!
I’ll point out that as a HS senior / college freshman I was as clueless as clueless could be, despite high IQ and a decent family situation.
Don’t assume a negative or absent response is his actual desire, versus just his teen stupidity / ineptness / laziness shining through. There’s only one person with a clue in this conversation & it’s you. Not that you you should be pushy or assume you know what’s right for him. But that you might want to push back a bit against any push-back from him until you satisfy yourself he’s really thinking with a full deck. Helping teens is a minefield in many ways. But gosh knows they benefit from it.
Swam—pie!! Swam—pie!! Swam—pie!!
As to me:
Mid-evening here. Sunset in 10 minutes, sky still light but fading. Lighthouse warming up to begin its 12-hour shift guarding the horizon. Balconating in the no-breeze warmth of a hot day winding down.
Two of the four FAs on my trip also took the same commuter train. One of whom uses my same stop, and as it turns out, lives not far from me. We met up as we separately got off the train and when I mentioned I was Uber/Lyfting home she offered me a ride home for free. Yaay! Thank you Jayne, you’re a dear! Crewfolks do that for each other a lot.
Once home I finished my administrivia & repacked for the next irkitude, whenever that will be. I’m on call for Sun but unlikely to get tapped. Also fired a load of laundry. Yaay mundanity!
Had a quiet noisy afternoon then Her Ladyship & I walked down the street to an upscale casual seafood joint for light dinner. Last night’s meal was ginormous, so light is good for me tonight. She almost always eats lightly, which interferes a bit with the swanky 6-course program when we do that.
We had fun cocktails and she had a bowl of clam chowder for dinner while I had a monster serving of Middle Neck clams in coconut curry broth with mint, lemongrass, and scallions. And a hunk of Italian bread. Which was sold as an app, but made a meal for all but a trencherman.
Home now from dinner. My post-meal at-home Hendrick’s Gimlet is going down nicely. She wants to watch some supernatural / drama movie she got from the library that I can’t imagine caring about. But I’ll try to pay attention until I get terminally bored. I might enjoy movies more if I could understand the dialog, but my damaged hearing & modern movie soundtracks just don’t get along. Sigh.
Just after she loaded the DVD but just before we pushed “play” her phone rang and now she’s taking a call from some old friend & I’m yakking w y’all. With luck the phone call will run long enough that I can beg off the movie in favor of bedtime. Yaay old friend. I owe you one!
Tomorrow turns out we’re doing mini-Feaste at her daughter’s. Today she made a scratch pecan pie (smells incredible) & tomorrow we’ll bring the set-up for turkey pot pies to be finished there and served as dinner. With the departure of the infant twins, daughter has just 1 adopted, plus a mere 4 fosters to care for. Downright leisurely only 5 kids are. Not.
The tween is involved in some trouble at school and some drama versus wife’s daughter = her house Mom, so may be sulking in her room the whole time we’re there. Leaving us with 3 wacky high-energy non-verbal toddlers & a very active 6yo to deal with. I predict my job will be the 6yo, wife’s will be to cook, and daughter’s will handle the toddlers and revel in adult companionship for 6 hours. Great fun!! Unless irk ruins it, but I strongly doubt that.
No clue when or how daughter will pick up two more kids to fill her house, nor whether they’ll be infants or teens, or maybe one of each, but it won’t be long in any case. The revolving door of love & crazy just keep spinning. I don’t know how she does it, but I admire the heck out of her for doing it.
