These races are a bit different, as you don’t go by track points leader (which he is) to decide where you start the main race (he starts in the back since he’s the leader). This race they draw straws – and he ended up in the front, so he just had to keep it in the front. Not to minimize what he’s doing, mind you, it still takes skill and a good-running car.
The men are happy.
Oldest son informed me today that he’s to graduate from college in a week. He’ll be done. Nine hard years of work (nine years of hard work?)… he claims he wanted to get the “full-four-year-college-experience”. Have I mentioned all of my children are smart-asses? Yeah. It’s like that.
OS also informed me he’ll be moving out of the house that weekend. He’s moving to another town – not too far away physically, but a long friggin’ way in a mother’s heart. He’s rather an independent spirit. He comes and goes and often times stays overnight at a friends’ place (he refuses to drink and drive after some bad decisions in high school). There may be days when I only know he’s alive because the leftovers in the refrigerator have vanished or his mail I left on the kitchen counter is gone.
Still, I know he’s here in spirit and I see him at least every couple of days.
I fear once he moves, that won’t be the case any longer. He’s going to full-time hours at his job. He’s got a steady girlfriend now that lives a little further away yet, and he’s still got a very active social life with lots of close friends he’s had since high school. He’s a little bit of a loner in some ways, too. He can be a very open and honest communicator – but you’ve got to open the door. Sometimes that’s hard to do when you see someone for 20 minute bursts at a time. It takes more – like a road trip to visit his sister – to open him up and get into some deeper thoughts.
I know that my kids will always keep in touch. If not, I’ll reach out to touch them… But it’s as my daughter said the other day, you miss out on all the day-to-day stuff. The informal, the casual conversations. You may get together for a holiday or a weekend, but that’s when you hit the high-lights, not the everyday living parts. Guess that’s one of the reasons I encouraged her to blog – figured we’d get to see those inside parts that we used to see every day.
It’s going to be awfully quiet around here… Just knowing he’s gone. I don’t see me falling apart in tears like I did when she left, as she and I
were are closer than most moms and kids, but just having his smile, his quick wit, his cologne wafting through the house as he left… those are things I’ll miss.
Hope he stops by. Often.
He’s racing again. Tonight it’s at the usual track, only it’s a special race because it’s the county fair. Hope he has a good night. Nothing breaks. Hoping they don’t water the track right before his race… I’m just waiting for the phone call.
Remember O.C.? Her name has now been officially changed to “Cleo – Queen of the Raccoon Hunters”, but she’ll still answer to just “Cleo”. The appointment has been made. In a couple of weeks she’ll be de-clawed. She’s going to be an I.C.! Hubby gave the ‘command’ this morning to make the appointment. Oh, and just in case, she’s to be kept kenneled up until then because he doesn’t want her to be hurt. I knew he was a marshmellow inside… it just took awhile this time for it to show itself.
Me: I thought we were at our limit
Hubby: But she’s such a nice cat
Me: You told me she was going to be the outside cat
Hubby: You don’t want her getting hit on the road or killed by a raccoon, do you?
Me: Noooo… but YOU told me this wasn’t going to happen!
Me: Remember, this is your decision. You wanted this. I didn’t ask for it. Okay?
Hubby: She’s such a nice cat…she flips and flops and waves her paws at me…
Me:… uh huh. She’s got your number, doesn’t she?
On a related note, a neighbor had his cattle get out a day or so ago and the DNR have been investigating (DNR = Department of Natural Resources). They think they may have been spooked by a cougar! They’re finding evidence of one in our area – roaming the creeks and timbers. We live next to a crick in a timber. The winter we were building our house Hubby and I spotted some very large cat tracks and wondered at the time if there could be one in the area, but really had no evidence. Now it appears we may have been right. It makes sense, I mean we have lots of deer and other wildlife for them to feed on. I’ll have to watch myself a little more closely when I’m out in the woods… and make sure the puppies don’t get too far away.
Also on a related note, we’ve had twin fawns in our backyard. They are the cutest! They run and play with each other like a couple of puppies. It’s so funny to watch… The other morning they were playing around and something caught their attention in the woods, so they bounded off around the corner of the fence and along the cornfield heading for the thicker timber. A few minutes later we saw what had spooked them… “mom”. She came out of the timber and went chasing out after them. It was just like a couple of kids… !