Ah, this has morphed into a lovely thread.
Plett & Jason, let me assure you both that Devin is neither a domestic productivity god nor an oaf. The truth is somewhere in between. He does do his own laundry–I have to confess I am the guilty party here, and actually had to ask him if I could do his because I am a total control freak who wants to get started on corralling her printer into work on my revisions and the idea of piles and piles of Devin’s laundry blocking my way was just too much for my grasp on reality—faltering as it is–to bear.
He also got a job last summer picking up garbage and otherwise “beautifying” the streets of Jersey City and Newark (which you will appreciate, Jaysen) and when I asked him with some trepidation, “Dev, isn’t that what convicts do?” he informed me that I was absolutely right and within a week he was promoted to supervising them. It helps that, having grown up in the 'hood (aka an integrated neighborhood) he considers himself of a different ethnic origin than his father and I.
So yes, he can be a lazy teenage bum, and he requires three dinners a night, but given the fact we only have a couple of years (actually summers) left with him in residence, I am happy to wait on him hand and foot–which embarrasses him no end–in exchange for the pleasure of his company.
(I had to contain myself when we went to fetch him home from college last weekend. I found him in the kitchen of his “mod” (a two-storey “apartment” he shares with 7 other large male students–basically his basketball team) frantically scrubbing the stove and cleaning the insides of cupboards. His roommates were vacuuming and hauling discarded furniture to the dumpster. I asked what drugs they were on and could they send some home please? The place was immaculate by the time they left. This is a group that cooks gourmet meals for each other and rumor has it throws the best parties on campus. The mind boggles. (In my day it was Alice B. Toklas brownies, and we didn’t care what we ate during or afterwards. )
But ANYWAY, back to the important core of this thread. Thank you, Sean, for your reassurance, and can’t you just take a picture–or better yet, a photocopy–of Jack and prop it up on your desk? Bud and he are sure to get on famously with Aurora, my resident bunny, who is bound and determined to chew through the power cord of this printer and silence it forever.
Cats, dogs, horses, bunnies. What else makes life worthwhile? Certainly not sitting and staring at a blank screen until beads of blood appear on our foreheads.