Sunday. Dreary. Morrissey was right about that. Not cold though, everything is damp. Mike came over on Friday and left this morning. Bill was on the road, and then home, and then on the road again. Gotta work when you can.

I’ve been trying to get work, not aiming as high as I was and I seem to know, deep down that I will have to take more of a pay cut than I wanted. Mike is the one with the steady job, Bill has intermittent work and I have fruitless interviews, online, on the phone, and coming up this week: Wednesday, 3:00 PM at 14 Penn Plaza.

I’m jaded and ambivalent. That will turn around by Wednesday, I hope. Mike and I spent most of the weekend, watching TV and taking photos. He’s photogenic and knows what he wants to see. I give occasional direction and it works. And Mike loves listening to Bill’s stories about the theater world as well as bus driving. So Mike has two dads.

We watched the last episode of Ted Lasso, knowing that the day before a fourth season was going to happen. Bill and I were amused by Mike’s questioning of what would happen next, why did they do that? All it took was a reassuring tap on the knee to let him know his questions will be answered and to be fucking patient. We didn’t say fucking. He is, after all, our son.

We also watched Watchmen and The Sandman. Both have episodes so we didn’t get too far in those. We also watched Yesterday, the movie about after a 12-second worldwide blackout, only a handful of people remember the Beatles. I figured that the movie, Attack the Block would engage Mike away from his phone and it did mostly. Could’ve used subtitles though. South London dialects could be indecipherable sometimes.

Mike is very much connected with his phone, as is Bill. I am more on the computer which is the way I prefer to use the World Wide Web and its social medias. Is it snobbishness or just my eye having difficulty reading things on my phone? Everyone is on their phones everywhere.

Adults pushing babies in strollers pay more attention to their phones than they do with the child. This is going to be interesting when the kids grow up. Soon even younger children will have phones, some already have tablets.

There are also the seemingly grown children being pushed around in strollers. Sometimes they seem older than five. I can only relate it to my own upbringing, where the baby carriage was given up at a certain time. I had older siblings to corral me and the occasional parent with a vice-like grip on my hands.

I’ve heard that these children might be unmanageable or perhaps on the spectrum. Bill and I agreed that we were from an age where if a child were misbehaving, a public smack on the face would soon set things straight.

I’m not saying that that is a good thing, it’s just how it was for Bill and me. Now the pendulum has swung in the other direction and we will see how that turns out.
Maybe.