The Prodigal Son

My cellphone charger has safely made it home from Australia. So has my son, who, by the way, had no clue he told us he was getting home on Tuesday when he was actually getting home on Wednesday. It seems the boy has a bit of a problem with dates & times – or maybe it’s just when he’s changing time zones. In Rome, they think he’s getting in at 11:30 a.m. on Thursday. He’s not. He’s not even leaving here until 9:20 p.m. & arriving at 11:30 a.m. Friday. The really fun part is we can’t reach anyone in Rome to tell them not to send anyone to the airport tomorrow morning.

I knew the flight was scheduled to arrive at JFK at 12:10 this afternoon. I did not, however, have an clue as to what airline. I checked incoming flights (I just love the internet!) and there were 4 different flights getting in at that time so I did know he must have arrived when I saw all 4 of those flights were in. I also knew a priest from the seminary was picking him up.

At 2 this afternoon, the phone rang. I pick it up & hear this greeting: “Did I take my car to the seminary?”

Obviously, he was searching for his car in the parking lot. “Uh, no. We dropped you off at 1 a.m. Saturday night. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“That would be nice.”
“When?”
“Now?”

So off I went to get my son. He was conscious briefly. Very briefly. For the remainder of the afternoon, he has been asleep on the living room couch because there is no air conditioner in his bedroom. Actually that’s not the real reason. He seems to just have this thing about sleeping on the couch. Fully clothed. In dress pants. He is a strange kid.

I did find out he had a really good time in Australia, that food is very expensive there, and that kangaroo tastes like beef, only sweeter and that he had pizza with kangaroo. Ugh! He was also on EWTN’s coverage but, naturally, the one time he was on was the one thing I didn’t tape it because I didn’t even know about it – a Mass that the pope had with seminarians.