We’ve got a ticket to ride
While I didn’t get to do any of the things I’d planned with him, it was nice to have the boy home for a few days.
But, after being away for over seven months, he’d forgotten a lotta things about our home so he spent the first hour or so reacquainting himself with the pad.
And, at the end of the night, he was a bit worried about sleeping in his room again.
Me: Why?
Son: I don’t want be alone.
Me: Kid, we live in a two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan; I’m never more than 18 feet from you at all times. Go to bed.
Him: OK. See you in the morning.
It was both weird and nice to have him home. I spent the remainder of the evening cleaning up after our day before I went to bed myself.
I’d only been sleeping a few hours a night because of work and the building issues but my son woke me up early the next day.
I wasn’t fully awake so as I turned away to try to get a few more minutes of sleep, he stood there quietly for a moment.
Him: Papa?
Me: (sleepily) Yes?
Him: You realize it’s my birthday today, yes?
And I was instantly awake and gave him the biggest hug.
He’s such a good and clever kid. I keep thinking that Alison woulda been so happy with and proud of her little boy.
I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time as I’d wanted with him but it was better than nuthin. Brought him back to my in laws and we celebrated his birthday properly out there.
Because of everything going on with the building and my son, I didn’t vote for the first time in over 16 years. Even when Alison was sick, I voted.
But, in the end, I got what I wanted.
My cousin Roz came by after Biden won and we chatted about the election.
Her: I thought you were a conservative.
Me: I am. But he’s not a conservative, he’s just a crook.
Her: So you’re a democrat now?
Me: I’m for the best person for the job, that’s the only thing that should matter.
Yet, it’s not.
Podcast Version
Location: home, reading up on COVID
Mood: pensive
Music: don’t know why she’s ridin’ so high (Spotify)
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3 replies on “You realize it’s my birthday”
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Happy Birthday to your kiddo; my mind went to Alison when I read it was his birthday. I’m sure she’s close by as well. A 2 bedroom in Manhattan? Dang Logan, I didn’t know you were ballin like that!
Ha, don’t be too impressed; I have zero views and it’s laid out in a really odd way. But it’s home – I can’t imagine living anywhere else.