John is hosting a poetry workshop in our living room and I am quietly about. I have a bit of a cold and my cough is very obvious and embarrassing when it interrupts the library atmosphere in here.
Andrew went on his first unchaperoned outing with friends (and one particular girl he is courting online) today. He has already lived through his first online relationship and break up and is on to number 2. John and I went through a rocky spell when we accidentally read (OK, we read it on purpose but we didn't know what it would entail!) an online conversation he had with girfriend no.1 where she tried to entice him to do vodka shots, smoke and have sex (which he claimed to be totally into). Hopefully, this was all talk on both ends, but John and I were a bit uncomfortable with this to say the least. We shot into complete parent panic mode, begin watching Andrew's every move with suspicion, our imaginations running wild, sick with thoughts of kid sex, and alcohol poisoning and pregnancy and a life of addiction. But, as John predicted, aggressive girlfriend no.1 got tired of waiting around for Andrew to be allowed to hang out alone with her (which we made pretty clear was NEVER going to happen, despite much whining and displays of teenage angst), and has now moved on to what seems a normal first-time really being interested in girls kind of experience. What a relief. The good thing about the scare with girl no.1 is it spurred lots of frank father-son talks about the things that worry us before any real action actually occurred. And what else can we do?
In other news, I did not get the MOCA job. I don't want to talk about it and how perfect it seemed. After having two jobs that seemed so ideal fall through I think it is a sign. Back to Dream A: start my own business. Freelance. I can do so many things. I don't want to be a product robot anymore. As soon as John starts working, it's time.
AND speaking of John working, he's already been offered a job for the fall and he just got his certificate in the mail today so he can accept. He's officially a teacher!
There is much more to tell but despite that and the fact that the poets go on poeting, my cold mandates I go to sleep.
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