I’m sitting in Chicago O’Hare right now, listening to my son and his Battle Buddy talk gaming computers.
My flight doesn’t take off until 1830, and the time at this mark is 0800. The things we do for our children! But you know, it’s a bright day, there is good company in these two sailors, and plenty of people to watch. My son wants to chill and watch movies, which is really what we have done for most of his liberty, and I have no objection. After ten weeks of unrelenting activity to go through Boot Camp sitting and doing very little seems to be a good idea. He starts Submarine school upon his arrival in Groton CT late tonight, and it will be another couple of months of tough learning for him, followed by more of the same.
I’m very proud of him. He’s walking taller than he was when he raised his hand and took the oath. From his letters, Boot was no cake walk, but now that he is on the other side of graduation it’s clear that he made the right choice. He’s slimmed down and moves with confidence, which is good to see. He has a plan, he has made friends, and he’s entering manhood with clear eyes and a lot of support.
This isn’t going to be a long post. Time slips by like a handful of water pouring out. His paths are chosen and diverge from mine going forward, as it should be. I’ll take these little liminal times while I have them. Forgive me, please, while I enjoy this transition. I’ll be back next week with something more about writing, cover art, or possibly the fine art of vetting a potential publisher.
Mad Genius Club 
Leave a comment