I know... I know.... I said I wasn't going to blog on fridays or saturdays anymore.... but something occurred to me last night. Unfortunately, my night time meds kicked in before I could get it typed out. Luckily for all concerned, anyway. Typing with a head full of zanex is quite the adventure and reading it afterwards can be somewhat of a chore.
At any rate, young Vinnie stopped by the house last eve. He's been recently re-esingulated (CO speak for single again) and I suspect he was bored. The wife and I were just about to sit down to dinner and a movie. Push, it was. An odd movie, but not too bad. But they filled gaps in the plot with lots of too-loud music. Annoying.
Anyway, the wifeling had to keep reminding me "Ask him to sit down!" "Did you offer him something to drink?" and "Did you invite Vinnie to stay for dinner?"
Hell, I was just enjoying standing around and making bad jokes. The little social amenities were slipping by me. In my mind, Vinnie is one of the crew and therefore one of the family and if he wanted something he would either go get it or ask for it. It's part of that funny wiring in my head. Poor social skills and very bad fine motor skills.
Before I joined the DOC.. actually before we moved up here from that tackly little tourist town down south, we used to have company at the house all of the time. And I treated them the same way. If they were company, they were family (more or less) and they were expected to make themselves at home in my house.
But since moving up here and working at the prison and since the comings and goings of all of the foster children has subsided, we both have become less outgoing and more content to stay at home by ourselves and see very little of the outside world. Not that we mind company, you understand... Vinnie and the rest of the crew are always welcome here. And I think it does me good to have someone to talk to and be silly with now and then. As the wife said: "Listening to you two talk, I imagine that he's the kind of son you might have had."
Eeeeee.... It's somewhat frightening, even if it is somewhat true. I'm sure I would have warped a kid like that, had I been around his whole life. No offense, Big V, but it's true.
Luckily for me, I have found a niche in life that allows me to have poor people skills and still earn a paycheck.
I feel so guilty - *Gabe loves to eat. There isn't a finicky bone in his body; drop something on the kitchen floor and he's on it, even pieces of raw fruits and veggies. Wi...
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