where nothing is real

The first couple of nights after T left, J stayed with his sister.  She lives in a 500 square foot bachelor apartment, so he can't stay with her permanently, but I think they enjoyed having time together after not seeing each other for awhile.  But now he's moved in here for real.  Today the moving truck came with all his belongings and he got himself properly set up with his own bed (everyone always like their own bed best) and his dressers and things in his bedroom.  We've also given him the second sitting room so he can have his own t.v., his own fireplace, in his own area to be alone or entertain or whatever he wants to do.  I hope he's feeling welcome and comfortable.

A good thing that comes from having him here is that we've actually been sitting down for dinner at the kitchen table, something we rarely do.  I often eat hovering like a bird over the kitchen sink (too lazy or too rushed to bother with such civilities as plates), and we also eat in front of the television like Roseanne Barr and her tv family.   (My mother, who doesn't believe food even exists outside the realm of the kitchen, would be horrified by this in particular.)  It's nice to sit down together like that.  Maybe Mum was on to something after all.  Tonight the boys are watching Battlestar Galactica together and I'm glad that Shawn finally has someone who can appreciate it with him, myself having failed to appreciate it, or even to fully understand it.

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Shawn has decided not to buy his father's Civic SI in spite of his earlier plans.  Whether this is an attack of common sense, or just his fear that the damn house in Alberta will never sell and we will slowly be washed down the financial drain, I'm not certain.  But whichever it is, I feel rather glad.  I still feel a weird sentimental attachment to my old car and being able to keep it a little longer is comforting for some reason.  Besides, buying a new car when you already have one that still works just doesn't make sense to me.  (This is hypocritical of course, because it does make sense to buy new candles when I already have a shelf busting full of candles...)  

So tomorrow Shawn's dad is coming by to get the car back out of our garage and take it home with him.  He's pretty excited about having his car back in spite of having said he wanted to sell it.  The bad news is that we've agreed to let him put his old Buick in the garage until he can manage to find a buyer for it.  And that might even take longer than it's taking us to sell our house.

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