JESUS H. CHRIST as my father would say in moments of exasperation.....and MAN do I UNDERSTAND. I've got two of them in tears. TWO of them. Leo is distraught because the Playstation 3 controllers aren't working and while I'm sympathetic it doesn't meant that THERE IS NOTHING TO DO as he claims and that the only possibility is to dissolve in tears. Owen....well...I'm an idiot. He's already had lengthy sessions of tears because we're getting rid of the van that has been sitting in our driveway UNUSED for about four years. They are coming to pick it up tomorrow and I sent Owen out with some keys to make sure that they were the ones for it.
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.
He came back sobbing....and heartbroken that the van is leaving because, as he says, "he has lots of memories" with it. He cried and cried and cried. I finally asked him if it made him think of Aunt Judi and then the floodgates really opened. I held him and talked to him and finally convinced him to try to eat his dinner which was sitting there getting cold. He agreed but said he wanted to be alone.
And here I was thinking I would have a nice evening when Ernie was in Chicago practicing....oops-----REHEARSING----with Pat and David.....
I assume I'll gain control again at some point.....
I mentioned watching a movie to both the guys but they were both too bathed in their own personal misery to be interested.
JESUS H. CHRIST.
I hear you Dad.