For hopefully the last time on a weeknight, Vincent stayed out late with Evan. When he came home, he completed a Target job application on-line (pictured above). He irritated me by – I discovered when the dog got me up – staying up until 2 a.m. watching TV. He’s going to have to come home by hid old bedtime (9 a.m.) on weeknight after this. I was tired, of course, this morning (I’m suffering in part because neither of the two of them have to get up at any particular time in the morning, and so they stay up late) and was 25 minutes later to work. I woke Vincent up by phone at 10 a.m. and Stephanie got him to complete three more applications, these all paper and pencil. He actually delivered one and talked with the manager (who said she’d be hiring in about a month), a manager at the ice cream store nearby with whom I’ve also spoken.
Vincent’s father was supposed to appear at 12 noon but had no cell phone, and so who knows when he’d arrive? He also has gotten lost almost every time he’s come into town. Miraculously, he showed up with no I’m lost pay phone call about 2 ½ hours late. Stephanie and he chatted about Vincent. Contrary to what Vincent said – and probably contrary to what he probably told Vincent – he’s got no computer, and so - unless Vincent goes to the library – Vincent will get no school work done for 12 critical days. (Vincent supposedly did a little school work between completing and delivering the job application.) While waiting, then, Vincent’s father glanced under the hood of one of our cars, Mom’s old Camry, looking for the source of the burning oil smell. Otherwise, they talked standing in the living room, and he washed his hands in the kitchen. Vincent then took him over to meet Evan (Sam and him having never met, I believe).
Vincent’s father had threatened to take Vincent – with lots of fading pink hair left, and some blonde – often not looking good because Vincent takes so many naps, which mats it down. Instead, when they got over to Evan’s, Evan said they had clippers, and Evan, his mother, and Vincent’s father took turns, giving Vincent a military cut, mainly brown, with a little pink. Vincent shaved/bald almost isn’t that much better than pink, but hopefully it will grow out some by the end of the month. Perhaps he will have some job interviews then. Vincent’s father said we could play it by ear about pickup, which means we could take Vincent to Marysville, where he might be able to do some work on Aunt Sandy’s computer.
And off they went at about 3:20 p.m., as Vincent’s father continued his trip from Florida to Ohio, this time with Vincent in tow.
P.S. It occurred to me this afternoon that Vincent and his father can now do two things together they couldn’t do before: go out for a cigarette smoke together and commiserate about how many have done them wrong. Sure enough, said Stephanie, as Vincent and his father pulled away in Vincent’s father’s car this afternoon, Vincent was already puffing away – something he can’t do in our cars. Vincent’s father was also bad-mouthing a former girlfriend while he was here (although Stephanie said she didn’t overhear Vincent bringing up Samantha during the brief time they were all three together).
P.P.S. One unambiguously good thing happened today at home. Although Stephanie got the dishwasher to work this morning, the appliance repair person came for the third time in 10 days. He said he’d talked with a colleague and they had a theory. Sure enough, when he cleaned out the .. . . the dishwasher seemed to run better/more consistently. He thought they had finally got to it. Hopefully, it will keep working.
-- Perry
Vincent’s father was supposed to appear at 12 noon but had no cell phone, and so who knows when he’d arrive? He also has gotten lost almost every time he’s come into town. Miraculously, he showed up with no I’m lost pay phone call about 2 ½ hours late. Stephanie and he chatted about Vincent. Contrary to what Vincent said – and probably contrary to what he probably told Vincent – he’s got no computer, and so - unless Vincent goes to the library – Vincent will get no school work done for 12 critical days. (Vincent supposedly did a little school work between completing and delivering the job application.) While waiting, then, Vincent’s father glanced under the hood of one of our cars, Mom’s old Camry, looking for the source of the burning oil smell. Otherwise, they talked standing in the living room, and he washed his hands in the kitchen. Vincent then took him over to meet Evan (Sam and him having never met, I believe).
Vincent’s father had threatened to take Vincent – with lots of fading pink hair left, and some blonde – often not looking good because Vincent takes so many naps, which mats it down. Instead, when they got over to Evan’s, Evan said they had clippers, and Evan, his mother, and Vincent’s father took turns, giving Vincent a military cut, mainly brown, with a little pink. Vincent shaved/bald almost isn’t that much better than pink, but hopefully it will grow out some by the end of the month. Perhaps he will have some job interviews then. Vincent’s father said we could play it by ear about pickup, which means we could take Vincent to Marysville, where he might be able to do some work on Aunt Sandy’s computer.
And off they went at about 3:20 p.m., as Vincent’s father continued his trip from Florida to Ohio, this time with Vincent in tow.
P.S. It occurred to me this afternoon that Vincent and his father can now do two things together they couldn’t do before: go out for a cigarette smoke together and commiserate about how many have done them wrong. Sure enough, said Stephanie, as Vincent and his father pulled away in Vincent’s father’s car this afternoon, Vincent was already puffing away – something he can’t do in our cars. Vincent’s father was also bad-mouthing a former girlfriend while he was here (although Stephanie said she didn’t overhear Vincent bringing up Samantha during the brief time they were all three together).
P.P.S. One unambiguously good thing happened today at home. Although Stephanie got the dishwasher to work this morning, the appliance repair person came for the third time in 10 days. He said he’d talked with a colleague and they had a theory. Sure enough, when he cleaned out the .. . . the dishwasher seemed to run better/more consistently. He thought they had finally got to it. Hopefully, it will keep working.
-- Perry
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