The Boy is home for a couple of weeks. We are awaiting the arrival of The Girl tonight. They haven’t seen each other in about two years, so it’s good that the schedules for their holidays partially aligned, and they will spend a few days together under my roof.
The first few days with The Boy have been entertaining. A few snippets from his return.
Fortunately my fleet is now operational. There will be a full week with both spawn under roof, and they will likely both want to go in different directions. i also have a pesky day job, and will need to be somewhere else. We had to craft a plan of attack for vehicular assignments…
daisyfae: The Girl hasn’t driven a car in two years. She’s going to have the Civic. That was her car, she’s comfortable driving it, and probably the safest option. i’m going to have to get you checked out on the Jeep.
The Boy: I could just drive the Jag.
daisyfae: Ummm…. No. Let’s get you checked out on the Jeep. You’ll have to be gentle – new transmission isn’t really broken in yet.
So i took him out in the neighborhood for a practice run. He knows how to drive a standard transmission, but it’s not the same as driving the Jeep. Sure, he’s now qualified to drive a variety of military vehicles, HMMVs, troop carriers and the like…. But not my Jeep.
He hopped in, as excited as the day he got to drive the lawn tractor for the first time. For the first time? i got in the right seat. No one else drives my Jeep. Just hasn’t happened. A few scoots around the neighborhood, and some test runs in the cemetery to practice stops, tight turns, and hills. He chirped the tires, damn near ran us into a maintenance shed, but got the hang of it pretty quickly. i turned him loose. He was ready to solo.
i was a fucking wreck after he tooled down the street – off to the skate park to play skateboards.
Going on about my business, i went on with my plans for the evening. Happy to see the Jeep safely home when i returned. Checked in with him the next morning…
The Boy: It was really fun, but that’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to drive.
daisyfae: You can do it, but just be careful. You know how i feel about that one…
The Boy: Yeah, it was a helluva lot easier to drive after you got out.
This morning, we were sorting logistics for retrieving The Girl from the airport.
The Boy: I figure we can pick her up in the Jag, no?
daisyfae: No. She’ll have luggage, and probably want the front seat, which means you get shoe-horned in the back.
The Boy: Whatever. I’m good with any means of transportation.
daisyfae: No smoking in the Jag, either.
The Boy: Obviously! I’m not dumb!
daisyfae: Just making sure. You have always had a bit of ‘law scholar’ in you – and if not expressly prohibited…
The Boy: I do have a degree in Drunkard Pro Se Law from the University of Phoenix.
He is physically fit – working out is a critical part of his job. He was pretty solid when i saw him at his graduation in March, but he’s stronger now. When Studley showed up at my place to say ‘hello’…
The Boy: My boobs are pecs now! Want to feel them?
Studley: No, not really. I prefer boobs to pecs, but thanks anyway.