One less stress

Ranger found a job. Whew! One that really does suit his various skills. And it isn't in a cubie, which is even better. He needed something that kept him moving and learning, that combined his talents in technology and geology. And it has full benefits.

One great big huge sigh of relief here.

Now, I'll get to see if this obsessiveness is a reaction to stress or if it's real, for lack of a better term. I've wondered if he's gone into overdrive about us because everything else in his life has been in a tailspin. Last night, he talked again about coming on too strong and being afraid of scaring me off. We'll just wait and see.

One thing is for sure. I do not want to be exchanging vows in a month's time!

And I won't be pressured into it. I know he recognizes that he's pressuring me too much, but does that mean the pressure will let up? The thing he doesn't know about me yet is that pushing me, cornering me, just makes me plant my feet and become immovable. I'm too strong-willed. Hey, I'm a Leo....what do you expect?

It might become a moot point with this new job of his, though. He might not be in a position to take that time off. If that's the case, I'll be in Vegas on my own. Not an idea I like, but I have business to do there, anyhow.

On other fronts, I answered my phone yesterday and heard:

"I. Miss. You."

Very distinct and emphatic.

Now that Greg has a phone of his own, he texts me all the time. Occasionally, he calls. Like this call.

"I know," I said, and laughed a little. "I'll get back down there as soon as I can."

"Please do," he said. He asked, and I updated him on Ranger's situation. Greg updated me on his soon-to-be-ex's situation. He helps her financially, worrying that they (she, her mother, and occasionally her son) won't have food or air conditioning or transportation. He's managed to arrange to see the little boy when she does not have him. The child is living somewhere in Dallas now, so Greg goes there when he can swing it. After all, Greg is the only father-figure he's had in his short little life.

He also asked how I'm feeling, and laughed at me. See, I have a nasty cold. I caught it when I shared a soda with Greg at the movies. This is also how I learned he likes Dr. Pepper. I don't like Dr. Pepper much. It tastes like prunes.

It alarms me that Greg won't answer my questions about his health, but I'm trying to squelch that worry. What can I do about it, anyhow? I can't make him tell me. I can't make him go to the doctor. So, I breathe deep and hope for the best for him.