Saturday, June 11, 2011

Don't Enter Unless Medicated

One year down, three more to go


The rapper they call Scott D has many talents.  Maintaining a college dorm:  Not one of them.  It will take months of intensive therapy to wipe away the vision that greeted us when we entered his cave of WTF in Santa Cruz.  His roomie (aka D-Mac) sat calmly on his bed, suitcases packed, ready to roll.  On our son's side: evidence of a cyclone.  Jerry Brown declared it a personal emergency.  FEMA should be calling us any second now.  In the meantime, hubby and I broke into a lively rant.  "What the eff happened in here?" "Are you eff'n kidding me?"  "You've eff'd up all your clothes."  "What the eff is this thing?"  Yep, there was a lot of eff'n this, and eff'n that, as we shifted through the clutter and dust to find anything salvageable.  Don't get me wrong.  The rapper they call Scott D has brought us plenty of nachas over the years, moments of joy and pride and you won't believe the three-pointer he made to win the game.  This wasn't a nachas moment.  This was more of  a "where did we go wrong?" moment.  But these things happen when you send a young man off to college.  A young man with talents.  Maintaining a college dorm:  Not one of them.

2 comments:

  1. I believe his Grandma Char said it best when he was running around outside naked on Father's Day when he was only 3 years old ...she exclaimed "He's all boy!"

    I rest my case your honor...

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  2. I would refer you to your post "Return of the Enabler" for an explanation. You packed for him, didn't you? And you cleaned the mess, right? I rest MY case, your honor :-)

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