With Velvet officially back in school, this August is shaping up much like the last two except that this time, he'll be a FIFTH semester freshman instead of first or third. I'm not sure if Tree Hugger will take any of the credits Velvet earned during his Semester in the Rockies. If he goes on another expedition - and I have promised Velvet that if he does well this year he can take a Semester in Patagonia, The Amazon or New Zealand - then Tree Hugger will count it as a semester abroad.
But we shall see what we shall see. The first item on the agenda is getting registered for the fall. Essentially, he'll be repeating his last semester, less one class so he can build up to the work load. He also has to join one of the outdoor clubs so he can go climbing, floating, snowshoeing or whatever the hell they do because the Semester in the Rockies proved that as long as Velvet is using his body, his brain works fine. It's sitting on the sofa in Hookah House drinking beer and playing video games that's the problem.
One of his brothers has a young female Doberman named Carob whom Velvet must take out for a run twice a day. There's some kind of sports field next door to Hookah House, so Velvet and Carob can play frisbee or something over there as a substitute for one of the runs. It'll be good for both of them. Carob's master, CT, is totally down with this idea.
That my son is now a Fifth Semester Freshman somehow seems to combine the Sublime and the Ridiculous and kick the situation beyond Absurdity. But, that's the way we roll here at Menopausal Stoners World Headquarters. The good news is that Velvet is doing very well at his summer job as a counselor at a day camp in the South Bronx. It's tough duty because he's with kids 8 - 10 years old who come from a very underserved population. Some privileged kids would be bitching and moaning when they come home from work at a job like that - outside all day in the hot sun with kids whose preferred recreation is beating on each other - but when Velvet gets home, he's as cheerful as when he left in the morning even though he's been on the subway an hour.
I'm very encouraged since Velvet came back from the Rockies thinking that he'd like to go into Outdoor Education. And truly, the world would be a little better with Velvet in Outdoor Education. Meanwhile, I've been settling in to the new home and fooling around with Worldwide Hippies on Facebook. The Open Group has gotten to be a lot of fun lately with ongoing discussions about the Hippie Ethos and how it evolved, guys sharing their draft board experiences and the obligatory political ponderings. Nobody has gotten pissed off yet, although that will surely come since a couple of folks have posted Ron Paul banners, and nothing gets Woody spitting bullets like people who think Ron Paul is liberal just because he'd legalize weed. Or at least he'd try - I'm pretty sure nobody can get a damn thing done with all the douchebags in Congress sucking up lobbyists' cash.
I haven't gone through my FB friends list and added people willy nilly. Lots of people don't like Groups, and I hate to be that presumptuous. But if you're on Facebook and like to shoot the shit with old geezers, I'd love to see you there. This means you, Jaded J - and a bunch of other folks I won't single out because I'm much too shy.