Today my son heads back to Montana. Their house was sold, they are moved out. My daughter-in-law now has an apartment for a few months, my son has rented a house which won’t be available until the first of the year. He is currently living in a camper – which is fine in the summer or even a mild Colorado winter, but isn’t working out so well in frigid Montana. The propane froze, the water froze, he is basically living in a tin can.
Yesterday I was talking with my only stable child at this point. I told her I am just sick about her brother. She asked about her sister. Her car’s broken down, it’s close to 10 below zero, and moving day for her. I said “She’ll be fine. She has 1,000 friends, surely one is a mechanic. She is a resourceful surviver, she’ll be fine.” And I was right. I already did my time worrying about her!
The brother, on the other hand, has always done everything right and his life has gone pretty well. I mean, not exactly smooth, afterall, he has spent extensive time in wars. But he has been fiscally responsible, emotionally responsible, responsible in every way. He is a very good family man, with seemingly endless patience. But the jobs weren’t here when his military career was over, so he moved to where a good job is – that is what we do, right? And he is living in a tin can. His wife and children are here, his wife is unwilling to quit her well-paying job with good benefits until his 6 month probationary period is over. Sounds smart, but I don’t think it is all that smart. Having lived through an absent husband in my young-family days. We never got over that. But that is MY history. They have to create their own, and I don’t know how it will turn out even though I am worried worried worried.
For now, I have that cute little doggie. He is not particularly house-trained. He has lived for years in a house with a little doggie-door. We’ll see how he does today. I will come home at lunch to let him out. Hopefully it won’t still be 10 below at that time.
I passed a test yesterday that I have been studying for since June. It was ridiculously hard and I am very relieved. It’s Friday. I have a weekend ahead. And a short week next week. Thank God.
Nelson Mandela Rest in Peace.