Dmitry is the oddest combination of thoughtfulness and scattershot belligerence.
On the way to Kirstin's house this afternoon - during rush hour traffic
on I-35W - Dmitry was agitated by the numerous trucks, crowded
conditions, and general discourteous driving which was clearly
evident. He spent the trip making dire threats towards all and
sundry, mostly involving "blasting them to oblivion," interspersed with
yearnings for grenades and bazookas (he's convinced if only our traffic
police had tools like those at their disposal, our traffic problems would be a long way to being solved, and who's to say he's not onto something?).
Dmitry does not suffer fools gladly, believe me when I tell you this.
OTOH, when driving home the subject of Meredith and Margaret's swim
class graduation came up. Possibly he'll have a change of heart
by tomorrow afternoon but coming off an hour and a half of Bethie,
Benjamin, and Bryson (much as he loves them, and he does), he was
feeling a bit "toddlered" out, and wasn't especially eager to commit
himself to attending it.
After a couple of minutes he said, "Mom, I need to ask you something." He was invited to proceed.
Basically it boiled down to his foreseeing his Aunt Elaine attending
his high school graduation, and possibly another event or two of his,
so he was worrying about his not attending her daughters' swim
graduation. "Would that be disrespectful?" he asked.
Assured him it wouldn't be disrespectful in the least and not to worry
about it. Not everyone gets a kick out of things like that, but I
do, which is why I plan upon going. If it's not his cup of tea,
that's fine. He looked relieved.
I thought it rather dear of him to even think about it, personally.
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