Ships passing in the night.
Just got back Friday from 11 days up north. My dad called saying his license was revoked, but didn’t know why or what to do and asked me to come up right away to figure it out. When I got there I found the notice that said he had 14 days to ask for a hearing with the DMV and 14 days were up the next day, so I hired an attorney to handle it and she scheduled a hearing for the 8th.
I still don’t know why it was revoked, but we should know once we get the DMV file and see what’s in there. I’m guessing a doctor he saw recently reported him as possibly being unfit to drive. Yes, he’s forgetful, but nothing that would warrant revoking his license. My dad was a boxer and a pretty good one, but still lots of blows to the head. He one of 9 kids, and the only ones who have memory problems are him and his brother who also boxed. But he just took the driver’s test in May, passed with flying colors, they renewed it for 5 years and he has no tickets, no accidents, so I’m hoping he can get it back. If not, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to see him lose his independence. I think that would be pretty devastating, so I’m going to do anything possible to help him keep it as long as possible - and as long as it’s safe.
That got me to thinking about “end of eras” and how we don’t really know when those happen or even think about them until later sometimes. Like, ocean sailing was such a big part of my life, but no more, since Mike passed away. Then there were my clubbing days when I was on every guest list in town. No standing in line or cover charge for me - just walk right up, and the owners/promoters even gave me free drink tickets so I never had to pay for anything. Never really thought about the last time or recognized it would be the last time. Not exactly the same, but I hate to think it’s the end of an era for my dad driving.
Funny how close my father and I are now. We really weren’t when I was growing up, but we got a lot closer when I came out, and that was unexpected considering he was a conservative macho boxer dude. We saw a magazine last week with an article on Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner on the cover and my dad kept saying “she” (never he) and what a difficult life that must have been. I was kind of amazed. He’s come a long, long, way.
Anyway, I walked to the store Friday night after getting home. Needed to pick up a couple of things and passed this beautiful long-haired boy on the way home. Big exuberant “hello” and a smile from him as we passed. We all know I’ve always had a thing for long-haired guys. Something made me turn around where I saw him stopped looking back. So we started talking on the street and he asked if I wanted to hang out. I said yes, so he came over and we talked and talked.
His name is Seth, 28, bi-sexual, quite bohemian and philosophical in personality, used to be a model living in NYC, now living in Missouri with a guy he moved in with 4 months ago, also 28, but lots of money and told him he didn’t need to work, but has HIT him twice now since moving in. So he flew out here to get away and figure out what to do and is staying with a friend by USC campus. He’s supposed to go home on the 3rd but quit his job to move to - and in - with this guy. I told him he needs to get out NOW, but he really has no place to go or financial means to move out on his own right now. Just what the guy wanted, I’m sure. It’s clear to me he wants to own and control him - and will keep hitting him.
He wanted to stay the night and it took no arm twisting to say SURE! LOL. It was really nice to cuddle and spoon with a warm body all night. Then the beater guy called at 7:45, so he got up to talk to him while walking around and not bothering to put on any clothes. I have to admit it didn't suck watching a hot naked long-haired boy walking around my place. :-) He then crawled back into bed with me saying what an a-hole the guy was. I felt bad for him.
We talked for another couple of hours after that, showered, and I took him back to where he was staying at about 11:00 yesterday morning. I then went to get a haircut, came back to veg, fell asleep from around 4:00 to 8:00, then from 10:00 to 2:00, watched TV until about 4:30 and slept until 9:30. After 11 stressful days up north waking up at 3:30 to 5:30 in the morning and not getting much sleep, then having him over all night, I think I was just totally exhausted and needed to catch up. Feeling much better today, but find myself thinking about Seth and hoping he’s going to be OK. But I'll never know. Ships passing in the night.
I still don’t know why it was revoked, but we should know once we get the DMV file and see what’s in there. I’m guessing a doctor he saw recently reported him as possibly being unfit to drive. Yes, he’s forgetful, but nothing that would warrant revoking his license. My dad was a boxer and a pretty good one, but still lots of blows to the head. He one of 9 kids, and the only ones who have memory problems are him and his brother who also boxed. But he just took the driver’s test in May, passed with flying colors, they renewed it for 5 years and he has no tickets, no accidents, so I’m hoping he can get it back. If not, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t want to see him lose his independence. I think that would be pretty devastating, so I’m going to do anything possible to help him keep it as long as possible - and as long as it’s safe.
That got me to thinking about “end of eras” and how we don’t really know when those happen or even think about them until later sometimes. Like, ocean sailing was such a big part of my life, but no more, since Mike passed away. Then there were my clubbing days when I was on every guest list in town. No standing in line or cover charge for me - just walk right up, and the owners/promoters even gave me free drink tickets so I never had to pay for anything. Never really thought about the last time or recognized it would be the last time. Not exactly the same, but I hate to think it’s the end of an era for my dad driving.
Funny how close my father and I are now. We really weren’t when I was growing up, but we got a lot closer when I came out, and that was unexpected considering he was a conservative macho boxer dude. We saw a magazine last week with an article on Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner on the cover and my dad kept saying “she” (never he) and what a difficult life that must have been. I was kind of amazed. He’s come a long, long, way.
Anyway, I walked to the store Friday night after getting home. Needed to pick up a couple of things and passed this beautiful long-haired boy on the way home. Big exuberant “hello” and a smile from him as we passed. We all know I’ve always had a thing for long-haired guys. Something made me turn around where I saw him stopped looking back. So we started talking on the street and he asked if I wanted to hang out. I said yes, so he came over and we talked and talked.
His name is Seth, 28, bi-sexual, quite bohemian and philosophical in personality, used to be a model living in NYC, now living in Missouri with a guy he moved in with 4 months ago, also 28, but lots of money and told him he didn’t need to work, but has HIT him twice now since moving in. So he flew out here to get away and figure out what to do and is staying with a friend by USC campus. He’s supposed to go home on the 3rd but quit his job to move to - and in - with this guy. I told him he needs to get out NOW, but he really has no place to go or financial means to move out on his own right now. Just what the guy wanted, I’m sure. It’s clear to me he wants to own and control him - and will keep hitting him.
He wanted to stay the night and it took no arm twisting to say SURE! LOL. It was really nice to cuddle and spoon with a warm body all night. Then the beater guy called at 7:45, so he got up to talk to him while walking around and not bothering to put on any clothes. I have to admit it didn't suck watching a hot naked long-haired boy walking around my place. :-) He then crawled back into bed with me saying what an a-hole the guy was. I felt bad for him.
We talked for another couple of hours after that, showered, and I took him back to where he was staying at about 11:00 yesterday morning. I then went to get a haircut, came back to veg, fell asleep from around 4:00 to 8:00, then from 10:00 to 2:00, watched TV until about 4:30 and slept until 9:30. After 11 stressful days up north waking up at 3:30 to 5:30 in the morning and not getting much sleep, then having him over all night, I think I was just totally exhausted and needed to catch up. Feeling much better today, but find myself thinking about Seth and hoping he’s going to be OK. But I'll never know. Ships passing in the night.