Pride in my children

Well, one child, in this case. I'm proud of all three of them, but my son outdid himself last week.

His high school put on a production of "The Pajama Game" and he was cast as the salesman "Max". In addition, he was given other bit parts, including a factory worker. During the opening number, where the factory workers are all singing about working faster and getting it done, I was surprised to hear a very pleasant baritone that I didn't recognize. I was even more shocked that it was coming out of my son!

Further into the play, Max confronts the floor manager Heinz over the quality of the stitching in the pajama bottoms. My son is about 5'4" and the boy playing Heinz is well over 6' tall. I watched my son do a very good job of intimidating this huge boy by poking him in the chest and making him back up. All acting, of course, but he has the same booming voice as his father, when he wants to, and he put it to good use.

It's very satisfying to get this much pleasure out of a burgeoning talent in your children.

A new life begins

I finally, really close on my new house tomorrow. I'm absolutely over the moon and at the same time full of trepidations. Am I going to be able to afford this place in the long run? I have enough savings to keep me in a comfortable lifestyle for two years. Hopefully, by that time, my ex will have remarried and things will ease in that way.

I can't wait. A place of my own. I can close my door to any irritating person, be they ex wife or Jehovah's Witness. Of course, I will also be able to open said door to whom I choose. My kids, or even...the ladies. (Anyone else hear Barry White right now? Maybe some cheesy 70s guitar jazz?) One lives in hope.

I am considering starting to have myself weened off of the anti-depressants. I'm not depressed any more. My situation has changed and the black days are behind me. Hopefully. The doctor says that I may always be on, what he calls a "maintenance dose". I can deal with that, I suppose, but my druthers would be to come off them completely.

Deep sigh. Content. For now.

And....we're out

The gavel fell today. It's over. Next Friday, I will close on my new house and begin moving my things out of the house. A new beginning.