Where the boys are

Ricky and I each have a son from previous relationships. The oldest will be 31 this summer and is in corporate operations. The youngest will be 27 and is an engineer with NASA.

We’re proud of our boys.

We’re also at the age where we’re starting to put off projects maybe just a little bit until ‘the boys’ come to visit. And since they’re both going to be here on Easter Sunday, I’ve got a little list prepared.

Since it’s going to be a beautiful day, it would only make sense for them to take the cover off the pool so the last of the ice can melt and it can be ready for Mr and Mrs Mallard Duck who for the last 5 years have spent about a week relaxing in our pool on their journey home in the spring.

And since I’ve finally joined a health club, it would only make sense if they’d get my bike suspended from the rafters in the garage, where it will hang until I get tired of it and give it away, or it comes loose and falls on sexy car and gets violently tossed in the trash.

The operations son and his family are well settled into their new home, and it’s only right that he and his family enjoy all the art projects, ribbons and awards, and various toys that Ricky stashed away over the years. This would be a good time to tuck those things into their van and send them home.

And engineer son is moving away soon to start his new job with NASA, so maybe he should pack up some memorabilia from his grandfather to take with him as he sets up his new household on the west coast.

We’ve had lots of changes in the year since last Easter, including the passing of the torch to Ricky and I, who are now the patriarchs of both his and my side of the family.

And ‘the boys’ are all grown up and charging forward on successful lives of their own. And part of the changes they experience will probably include checking off a to-do list of tasks when they come home for a visit.

One of the reasons I write this blog is so parents of a gay kid can see an example that their kid can live a nice life with someone of the same gender; a gay kid can see the same thing; and so everyone else can know that we’re pretty much just like every other family.

We just have cleaner cars and greener lawns.

Today’s Gay Agenda: Wishing you a Happy Easter with your friends and family; and all the beauty that springtime brings.



5 thoughts on “Where the boys are”

  1. Great blog ! Many people don’t know how many gay parents and grandparents there are in this world!

  2. I grew up in North Dakota, went to college there, but have since ended up of the east coast. You seem well-intentioned but I find myself cringing whenever I read your posts. Your self-importance and self-righteous perspective on the world and what it means to be gay (“We just have cleaner cars and greener lawns”) does more to perpetuate negative stereotypes than Phyllis Schafly and Robert Mugabe ever did.

    1. Thanks for the feedback. If you take out the self depracating humor and self-righteousness, I just don’t know what I’d write about. 🙂

      1. Squirrel, it’s been forever! Can’t say I’ve missed you, but we were surfing some old posts looking for an old one of a friend and saw this. Where have you been? I had assumed the worst. I see you still write stories about family. That’s nice. You know you owe your mother and father for what you are today. Maybe you should mail them a penny and pay them back someday.

        Well take care squirrel, I need to go brush my teeth and gargle with Phostoxin. If you are still playing house in a make believe world say hi to your other half.

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