She can wade in a drop of dew

I love my double life. I had my teenage son last night after not seeing him for a few days. Every Tuesday and Wednesday night and he stays and I take him to school the next morning. Throw every other weekend and vacations and the other times he just wants to come over and he's with me about half the time. Good quality time together cause we're always one on one. Better than when I lived with him and his mother. Perfect time in my life to have a son; not only do I have an excuse to behave in a sophmoric manner and go see stupid guy movies with gratuitous nudity and slapstick humor.......American Pie/Wedding/Old School/Eurotrip type stuff (not that we own all of those on DVD, just most of em. He keeps me tuned in to the youth movement and I get to teach him how to be a good man and try to direct him away from some of the mistakes I've made in my life (I don't make near as many now). He likes having me all to himself since life is somewhat more chaotic at his mothers and I like it that way too. And he loves his sisters and his niece and if anyone ever said they were his half sisters he would look at them like they were crazy. We go on vacations to the beach, to Vegas where my Dad is, to amusement parks to ride every roller coaster they have, camp in the woods, concerts.........this summer I turned him on to Crosby, Stills and Nash and the Dead. All around good stuff. Other things he doesn't even realize yet but he will. Like at his moms everything is done by an interior decorator and a landscaper, sterile, nothing hand picked. At my humble abode everything is there because it means something or was carefully selected. Every picture on the wall. Every stick of furniture. If he lives any of his life as a single man he'll have the understanding that bachelor life doesn't have to be concrete block bookshelves and bean bag chairs and dirty bathrooms and empty fast food boxes and stacked in the sink dirty dishes. Important stuff for living your life, your image, how you feel about yourself. Women love my house (sometimes I want them to leave before they're ready). Not just because of my sparkling personality and keen wit and sexual prowess but because of the comfort factor and it's a great place to cocoon, to nest, hide out, escape. And I have stuff that surprises, not just soft leathers but silks and crystal and great lighting and hardwoods and a great fireplace and a few really nice old things and lots of family old stuff around. And we're guys so of course we have the coolest audio/visual stuff............HD big wide screen and surround sound........of course we do. You wouldn't want to be watching Tara Reid in American Pie with a poor quality picture now would you? When he leaves I miss him but I also cherish my time to myself, to be the other me, not Dad but this me, the one so few know all about. Snippets here and there but not the whole story; I'm not even sure I remember the whole story. Oh, and Nicole Kidman in Eyes Wide Shut on progressive DVD and da big screen? Thank God I can operate my remote with one hand.