The Boy and the Library

My son just came into the library to get my extra iPod cable from me and "borrow" my debit card. He didn't look good; his eyes were tired looking and his hair was dirty. I asked him about it, and he "Doesn't want to talk about it." He's 22 and I know I should let it go, but it's hard, really hard, not to worry about your kids -- alleged adult or not. Then he says things like, "Why does it matter to you?" He doesn't get that it will ALWAYS matter to me. Always.

On a lighter note, why do patrons come into the library with their mp3 players, turn the music up so loud that I can hear it far far away from where they are and then just look astounded and offended when I tell them to turn it down? I should not be able to identify singer, album, and song from 50 feet away! Okay, not 50 feet, but still . . .

Manners

I rarely write about my kids here -- mostly books and music -- but the boy is driving me nuts! I know I told him that if you are expecting a ride home from your mother when you work at the same place she does, that it's only polite to show up or at least call and say you're not going to be there for the said ride. I know I told him this. But I spent twenty minutes circling the library today looking for him. He never answers his cell phone (which is another issue -- why have a cell phone if you're not going to use it?) so that's useless. He still hasn't called. Admittedly, the boy isn't really a boy anymore and is probably hanging with friends, but still . . . . Manners, people! And he knows I'm a worrywart; you'd think he'd call just to avoid setting off the worrying.