Murphy's Fluevogs

Remember how I spent too much on Fluevogs the other day? They were delivered yesterday. "Hooray!" you say. Not so fast.

You see, I thought, 'It'll be most secure if I have my son sign for the package.' So of course he stepped out "for a walk" minutes before UPS came to deliver the package, despite being informed of its arrival. It's at my neighbor's, said the sticker on my door. Mr. Unit 103 didn't get home before I went to bed last night, if he got home at all.

He's hocked my 'Vogs and fled to Canada. I know it. Either that or he's my size and he's wearing them, which somehow feels more understandable.

Nun & Ex gang up on kid.

But first: I have my Fluevogs! They fit, and they're fabulous! The boots are going to need some breaking in, but boots always do. I'm a satisfied customer. Shoe lust: sated for now.

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I received an invitation a few days ago to lunch with my ex at her favorite 'Murrican food joint in the south end. Odd as that sounds, she said she wanted to talk about our son. And boy did she: he's apparently been even punkier with her than with me. She asked me to, and I've agreed to:

1. Tighten enforcement of putting dirty clothes in the right place right away. Apparently he's really bad about that at her place. He takes his showers at night, often right when I turn out my light, so I've been letting it slide overnight.
2. Get him up in the morning with me, have breakfast together, and take him on my morning bike rides. The theory here is that it'll get him into better shape, which he needs, and maybe help his ADD.
3. Feed him less bread, more fruits & vegetables at dinner. A good idea anyway. To tell you the truth, though, before the move Ex herself wasn't as good about that as I am now.

Oh, and Ex is going away for 10 days in July, during which time he'll be commuting with her car & staying at her place. If he does well enough with that, he can stay at my place during Burning Man.

You may be wondering, if you're me, why she didn't just handle this over the phone or even email. I suspect she was lonely. I can relate, but I can also recognize that it's no longer my problem, and hasn't been for years.

You know how Ex expresses affection by feeding people? She have me a gallon and a half of calcium-fortified orange juice - long our only means of getting calcium into the boy - which I then had to schlep by train back to work, and thence home on the bus.