Regular readers will know that Transman can whip himself up into a frenzy of anxiety about family gatherings. For those of you who followed the pre-Thanksgiving panic posts, Transman wants you to know all went as swimmingly as is possible for his dysfunctional family.
Shortly after the arrival of Transman and sons, the Step-Matriarch had “an urgent project in the garage” and Sherpa just had to “take a walk with her adorable nephews!” leaving Transman and his dad face-to-face for a little quality time.
They stared each other down like Gary Cooper and Ian MacDonald in High Noon.
“You’ll have to do most of the talking,” Transman’s father said and coughed a little to emphasize his inability to speak.
“Well, if you’re wondering if I’m happy, I am. I feel so much better about myself and everything now,” Transman said.
“What about your job? They treat you okay?”
“Yep. My boss is really supportive and my boss’s boss likes me, so it’s all better than I was expecting.” He also explained that his old friends had stuck by him and that the kids and their friends were all cool with the situation.
Transman’s dad nodded in satisfaction.
“You know, you may never find someone to–to … well, companionship … it’s important,” his father said.
“Well, that’s not really on my mind right now. I need to raise the boys first,” Transman said, avoiding the temptation to burst into “Somewhere There’s a Someone.”
Transman’s dad took a sip of his drink and said, “Well, you’ve already done it.” (Transman didn’t shave before the visit; while his father noticed, he didn’t say anything and he didn’t drop dead like the well-meaning relative thought he might.)
Transman’s father looked at him for minute.
“You’re still my kid, you know? You’ll always be mine,” he said. Then the Oul Fella cleared his throat and changed the subject to property values in the neighborhood, keeping his emotions healthily repressed for the rest of the visit.