I drove Jonathan to his part-time job on Saturday afternoon. While I am often called upon to perform this task during the week, parents are usually available on weekends. On this day, however, Mom was in faraway Sarnia (6+ hours) and both Danica and Dad had travelled in the other direction (2 hours) job— east to Montreal for a concert.
After I got back home, Sue asked how JJ would be getting home. It dawned on me that he probably had no ride. In point of fact, he probably hadn't even thought that far ahead. Jonathan is kind of like that.
I texted.
He was a slight bit earlier than 7, and after dropping the boy off, I saw that the sky was looking good, so when I drove past the park, I
I'm glad that I stopped.
I also took the next photo, and it is nice enough, but it was the sunset over the river that is the keeper.
On the way home, he had asked if I would also pick him up for work at 9 in the morning. Of course I would.
I texted that I was on my way as I left the house at 8:30 the next morning. No reply.
A premonition bubbled inside me. Rather than wait in the driveway as I usually do, I went right inside. JJ has a grand space in the basement, but all was in darkness. I switched on the light and called down.
Me: JJ, are you awake?
JJ: Oh shit!
Believe it or not, because we live in a town, we still made it in time.
Upon his exit, we agreed that I should drive him home at 2. It's a good thing we made the arrangement when we did because he had forgotten his phone and would have been rather stuck
This is all foreign to me since I have always lived several hours or more away from home since I left for college. Even at the closest, it is still a two hour round trip and thus ruled out many such things. Perhaps my kids will live closer to me than I did my parents.
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