In Memorium

 Staring down the final day of this physically & emotionally challenging week… I have stayed completely hands (& phone)-off with my son as he completes his last week of employment with the City of Dallas.

Only time will tell if he’s making the right move, going to work for private industry: the Swiss-owned firm Metrohm (I can’t help kidding around, calling it “Metroid” which was one of his favorite video games as a kid. I think I had a mental block remembering the name - for the most part, Zach has been really happy during his time with the City)

But Mom has worked really really hard to keep her sticky fingers off the controls - I’ve only reminded him a couple of times that working for a boss that you like, with coworkers that you love & a favorable schedule can be worth more than a substantial amount of money… what I fear is that Z is folding to pressure from fiancée & in-laws to make mo’ money, just so they can turn around & sink it in a big dog & pony show of a wedding. “Adult choices have adult consequences” is what I keep repeating to myself.

Yesterday we attended my cousin’s eldest son’s HS graduation**, then I took P to see the new Mission Impossible movie. Not exactly “my thing”, but I knew P would enjoy it. Tom Cruise obviously wants us to see that he’s kept himself in shape (he’s 63, 2 yrs older than Yours Truly) since there were 2 stripped-down-to-his-underwear action & fight scenes - eye candy for those of us who remember his debut when he lip-synched to Bob Seeger as a teenager!!!

** it was a little awkward, since she has been separated from her husband of almost 25 years “for a while”… she has not shared any details with me, not that she owes me a damn thing! The father of her 4 children came, fortunately all by himself - he did not sit with his family, nor come to lunch with us afterwards. No doubt in my mind there must be someone else - middle-aged men don’t leave “just because” - but at least Robbie had the decency not to try to force the issue (not like my Ex-idiot, who truly acted for a while that my family should just wholeheartedly embrace the homewrecker) She knows most of the gory details of my messy divorce/custody battles since her parents & my parents were very close - I call her dad my surrogate brother. My dad was very fond of him, Clifford was undoubtedly the favorite of all his nieces & nephews

(Photos to be added later since Blogger still does not want to interface well w/my iPad)