Tag Archives: Mr. Boy

Anderson’s winning debate team

Mr. Boy is back to his school work, as a junior this year, with the added effort of Anderson High School’s speech and debate team. Had to buy him his first suit for this team’s competitions, which began last Saturday in the Lake Travis Classic at Lake Travis high school.

He and his partner won first in their division, Public Forum, arguing both sides of whether students should be allowed due process when school administrators decide to enter and inspect their lockers without their permission. The rest of the Anderson team also swept the field on their various topics and right into first place overall.

They’ll be at it again this weekend in Pflugerville. Mr. B. is sitting this one out because his partner is unavailable. As I understand it the team will be going at it just about every weekend for the rest of the semester but the participants will have to change their topics, and start over, every other month or so.

Somewhere Mrs. Charm is enjoying this, I’m sure, with the added advantage of being there.

Valentine’s Day with Mom

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Mr. Boy and I took this rose and baby’s breath to the cemetery this morning and put in on his mother’s grave. We stayed a while talking about all the fun things Mrs. Charm used to do for us on Valentine’s: special breakfasts, lots of candy and cards. I’d buy the flowers.

It was warm but overcast and windy. At least it was quiet since we got there before the church crowd was released and its mourners convened. We plan to go back and do the same on her birthday. Maybe take a small cake and share it between us. I plan to order the stone later this week.

There is no “closure” with the grief over a lost loved one. You just learn to live with it. Creating new rituals is one way of coping. Mr. B. seemed a little less pensive afterwards. We both have a long way to go.

The point of no return

Finally got Mr. B.’s learning driver’s permit yesterday morning before school started. Took two trips as I didn’t have the proper birth certificate. The hospital’s issued one wasn’t good enough. Even if St. David’s is a local hospital. Sheesh.

I’m leaving the scheduling of the driving practice up to him. Until I have to start riding with him. Yowza! Eligible for full license in July if driving hours completed by then. The point of no return, a pilot’s term, has now been reached.

Mr. B: Three .38 specials in the bull

The boy is getting downright deadly with our .38 police special revolver. Another good Sunday morning at Red’s indoor range in Pflugerville found both of us often hitting where we wanted the bullets to go.

Including his accuracy with the .38 which bucks so hard it hurts the pocket between my thumb and forefinger if I don’t grip it right. We wrapped up the day checking out one of the shop’s Henry lever-action .22 rifles. As Mr. B. says, we’re almost ready to move up to a long gun (well, he is) and the Henry appeals.

Though, personally, I prefer a hand gun.

Mr. B.’s new desk

It only took three hours but we finally found a desk for Mr. B.’s room, in the very place he had scorned not two hours before: Office Depot.

First we had to go to Macy’s in the Domain in North Austin, or what I call North Austin, since it’s north of the rancho and still in Austin. With an argument about how to get there as Mr. B.’s Google skills are somewhat lacking. They didn’t carry furniture. “We’re small,” the nice saleslady said.

On to Louis Shanks, an old line Austin furniture store which had one he liked. Only problem was it cost more than a thousand dollars. Even Mr. Argumentative wasn’t going to argue for that. Finally Office Depot and, lo and behold, the very desk he wanted. And a cheap, high-backed executive swivel chair to boot.

Then the hassle of waiting for the desk to be delivered later this week and him putting the chair together but the latter is another story not really worth relating. I left him to do it because he needs the experience, including the cussing he did when it didn’t go as easily as he imagined. I finally provided minimal assistance, such as… well, nevermind. We have the chair and the desk is coming. On to the next problem in my continuing battle with a teenager.

Driving lessons begin

Mr. Boy goes to driving class today from 5 to 7. Classroom stuff. Today, tomorrow and Wednesday when he’s supposed to get a certificate for having completed that phase. Next week the actual driving begins.

In a car with dual brakes and accelerator. No extra wheel? Alas, not. The instructor apparently is an expert at using the wheel from the side. Better him than me.

Milestones: Mr. B. goes to driving school

Gotta sign Mr. Boy up this week for driving school which starts Dec. 21, over the Xmas (PC version: winter) break. He’ll do it from 5 to 7 p.m., weekdays through Jan. 15.

Much better than the way I learned, with my short-tempered father in a department store parking lot, back in the day when stores closed on Sundays.

Then, as I understand it so far, we’ll take the school’s graduate certificate to the state and get him a learner’s permit. Which will require me to ride with him as he drives (oh, joy) Mrs. Charm’s car with automatic for a few months before he can qualify for the full license. Learning the manual transmission in my car will come later.

Time sure flies.