My son Biff purchased a plane ticket and Roland drove him to the airport the other day. His car sits in front of our house targeted by birds, unregistered, unpaid for. He’s now in Texas – three hours from where Tony lives.
Meanwhile we’ve taken the A/C out of his room and put it in the front room. We’ve rearranged the furniture a little bit and had to move the dog. So Highness is temporarily parked at the end of the hall right in front of Biff’s bedroom door – which by the way is open. And it smells bad in there. Reeks. I can smell it – and I have basically lost my sense of smell. So it must be horrid.
Roland has Biff married off now – to a girl we don’t even know. And Roland seems okay with it. Randy (my youngest son) is beside himself. What was Biff thinking to take off like that? And not tell anybody? Well, he obviously made arrangements through work to get the time off. I wonder.
I don’t have him married off. It would be nice if he does call to say, “Oh, by the way, Hailey and I are married now.” But I honestly don’t believe it would be a wise decision to just jump into it. But then again, Roland proposed after only three days. The decision and prayer and revelation were mine alone. It wasn’t for my family to decide. It wasn’t for my friends to shake me up and ask, “What are you thinking?” It wasn’t for the bishop to say, “You’re wrong” nor is it up to me to question what inspirations Biff may have received.
It would be nice to buy some new furniture for Jenna – new to her anyway. Turn Biff’s room into Jenna’s. Turn her room into a computer room. I think we ought to trade their rooms around right now – while he’s gone. Give him more incentive to want to leave the nest. Though it should be on his terms. I don’t want him to feel pushed. On the other hand I don’t want to have a freeloader who doesn’t seem concerned about not taking care of his room or pitching in with other house hold chores.
I can only pray that things will work out for him and all of us really.