My boy

My son is one lucky boy/man. We went to the play this weekend. I liked about as well as I expected to like seeing my son on stage, in his underwear, with a blue mohawk, telling his mom in the play to F-off. But at least I now know that he is a good actor. He was very believable in the roll and none of his own sweet personality came through at any time!

He seems so happy at college. He is in a house with three other theater students. For decoration they have up several life size posters of, you got it – themselves!! Theater students are truly an interesting lot. Lack of self esteem is not usual a problem. He seems surrounded by friends and that makes me happy. They house is very neat and tidy for college kids. I think this is mostly to Sally. She is the only girl in the house and seems to keep the guys in line pretty well. LJ met Sally when they were both in Governor’s School 3 years ago. They have stayed fast friends. The guys kindly gave her the downstairs room with the private bath. If you are my age you could probably guess that when we were 19 our families might have objected to one girl living with three guys. If my mom were alive she would not approve. But it seems very natural now.

When we walked outside he led me around to the back yard. They had a picnic table inside a small fence area with wonderful smelling wisteria growing all around. Ancient, gorgeous rose bushes were along the side of the house. This is an old neighborhood, stately at one time I am sure. Now it is mostly college student. He pointed out the neighbors. On one side two more theater students live. Across the way are 5 students (not theater) that have parties from 3 on Friday afternoons until the wee hours of Sunday morning. On the other side of LJ live the two old ladies who call the cops every weekend.

Next year the 5 rowdies are being thrown out and some more theater students are moving in. Again, friends of LJ’s from Governor’s school. The landlord likes theater students the best because having audition, rehearsals or performances nearly every night cuts way down on the partying. When they do have a party they always take a couple of plates to the ‘cop’ ladies along with their phone number and ask them to call them if the noise becomes a bother. So far, so good.

I am happy for my boy. He is in a college program he loves, he is surrounded by friends he loves and who love him. Is there anything that could make a mother happier? Okay, I guess a better driving record would be nice. Oh yeah, he could quit overdrawing on his checking account, and a job for the summer wouldn't hurt. But you get the idea.