Happy Easter from the Prisoner

 

"How does this selfie thing work?"

The pages of the calendar keep on flying.  The news cycle keeps on flipping.  I read or listen and then change the channel simply because no matter how I feel about it there's not a whole lot I can do about it.  I hate the giddiness of those whose issues seem to be going their way, and the cockiness of those who want to spin the bejesus out of things that are NOT going theirs.  Pick your issue.  Whatever happened to quiet, intelligent conversation?  Apparently that does not generate clicks and eyeballs.

Meanwhile I escape into fictional tales, including Kiefer Sullivan's latest, "Rabbit Hole".  I'm still following each new episode of Picard as it comes out.  I am loving how the characters from three separate Star Trek series get woven together in this one.  Prime has started airing a new series called "Power" about young girls developing a new organ (that generates electricity) and learning how to use it.  If you are of a philosophical bent, you can see themes of use of power to hurt or to heal arising.  We shall see how it develops.

On Good Friday morning I got a phone call from the mythical son, as he had a hole in his schedule.  I'll take the calls as they come.  Partly he was letting me know his dad RSVP'd no to coming out for the wedding, not feeling up to the trip.  It is a heck of a haul, to be sure, from upstate NY, and his dad is not a flyer.  I am sad for my son, who would have liked to have his dad present, but as we both know, this was not particularly surprising.  At least he and his bride to be did get out to meet him last Spring.

Now that my son is provisionally credentialed, he has an actual office space, and a case load, as that's what a social worker or therapist has.  He informs me that they have loaded him up mostly with angry teenaged boys.  To be honest, he is among those best suited to help them, having lived through that stage of his life, and come out on the other side in one piece.  Sometimes it helps a kid to have proof that challenges are survivable.  

From a mom's perspective, I remember those days.  They were scary.  I feel for the moms of these angry adolescent males.  Son said he can easily see how he might have wound up in the position his clients are in today (a truancy case, for example), and I reminded him of the lengths his father and I went through to make sure he was spared that particular experience.  One always second guesses whether they did the right thing during difficult times.  I am grateful that the end result in this case is a strong, capable, and compassionate man.  Hopefully his experience can help others.

Because of the nature of his case load, though... it still gives him a schedule that's heavy on the after school hours, leaning toward a "2nd shift" kind of working life.  

Two weeks to the Wedding, then I get Carl for a week while the bride and groom head off to their honeymoon.

Life is Good.  Spark on.  And Happy Easter, Passover, or Ramadan... whichever you happen to observe.