It’s all over but the final stuff and a date being set.
No. I am not getting a divorce!
CJ, my 20 year old, the one that gave us such Fun Times as dropping out of high school (to his credit, he *did* have a full time job, so it’s not like he was just rolling around in a meth lab or something), coming back to school, moving north to live with his uncle , then friends, for his senior year, scaring us by almost not graduating…etc etc.
He’s Enlisted In The Navy.
Let me repeat that in case you missed it the first time.
He Has Enlisted In The United States Navy.
All that’s missing at this point, are the medical records from when he broke his arm in the first grade (to verify there’s no lingering disability), and a date for boot camp.
His plans are to train as a diesel turbine mechanic, and work in the engine room of a great big ship, get really good at it, see the world (and send me stuff), and Get Some Discipline.
*thud* (that’s me falling over)
All I can think of right now…is that little kid who tried to bungee jump out of the maple tree in our front yard, and hung upside down, shrieking like a banshee, until his belt loop broke… the kid that rode the wagon down the steep and curved road in front of our house, jumped the curb and landed 5 feet up tangled in the crape myrtle…who lost control of his bike and crashed into a neighbor’s rose garden…who broke his arm, watched the Auburn cheerleaders 3 days later, and taught himself one-handed backflips with his arm in a cast. Now I see him coming home from work, tired and covered in grease, smelling like chemicals and sweat (ew) but satisfied from having done a hard day’s work.
Now he says he’s ready to be a man, to serve his country, and see the world.