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February 19, 2005 - 12:49 p.m.

Three weeks!

In three weeks, Son2 will finish high school. And after that, <drum roll...>

He moves in with me!  Both sons will be back where they belong!

His mom is giving him custody of a 2000 Escort 2 door.  He got his "all clear" from the seizure doc, but we knew he was okay anyhow.  This green lights his quest for a drivers license, two years after most of his peers already have one.  he's had plenty of driving practice.

He's skipping the whole graduation ceremony thing which is okay with me.  Like funerals and wedding receptions, those things are more for the relatives than the guest of honor, it has no effect on cementing permanence to anything.  I didn't relish the thought of sitting in a field of other parents (although the MILF factor would likely be through the roof) while newly minted graduates pontificate on the Meaning of Life.  And the V factor would mean a wait to the end, while Son2 swelters in his 100% polyester robe.  I went to eighth grade graduation, that was good enough.





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