Jabber and I visited our son in Colorado this past week. It was nice to visit because, well...Colorado. I love it there. I've always loved mountains. The elevation did interesting things to our systems, that's for sure, and it was snowing the day we arrived, but the second day it cleared up and got up into the 40's and 50's and it was beautiful to go hiking and sight-seeing. We arrived to learn our son is once again unemployed. His fiancée and one other roommate are working, but he and another friend living there (previously his roommate here, who we were most dismayed to see had moved to Colorado and in with him) are not. He said the restaurant had cut his hours to two days a week and then let him go...lack of work. We have reason to believe that's true, as we went to dinner there and the waitress mentioned to him she was only working two days a week. I mentioned, probably too many times, places he could apply. Unfortunately, a lot of places there drug test, even with the legal weed, and he won't pass a drug test. So...I'm sure he'll find something. It might help if he didn't look like a slob. He's still the same long-haired, unshaven, baggy black clothes and stupid beanie-wearing person he was here. Why do I expect that to change? Every time we see him, a year having passed, I expect his style to have evolved a tad. The only evolution is longer hair! It's past his shoulders now. On the upside, he didn't ask for any money, other than to inform us if we wanted to go out to dinner, etc., that they were completely broke. So of course we paid for everything, but we would have at least offered even if they were both working and doing well. Every fiber of my being wanted to give him money. I wanted to give him $40 for his computer payment or $100 to go toward the rent. I wanted to take them grocery shopping and stock up. I didn't. His statement on our last morning there that he was listing his "grow-tent and grow-lights" for sale to raise money to pay his bills, helped me squash that urge. I can't say what I'll do if, in 3 weeks when rent is due, he calls and asks for money. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I really don't like that his old roommate has moved there. He is apparently looking for work, but he never worked when he lived here and left our son struggling to pay the rent. He says (according to our son) he wants to find work and make some money and then return here to try to get custody of his toddler (who may or may not be in state custody now) and that he had nowhere to live here so moved there to start fresh. I don't like it. It's not my business. I don't think son's fiancée will put up with mooching long though. At least this is not one of the people our son moved to get away from. On a brighter note, looks like his fiancée's family and godparents etc., will foot the bill for the wedding. We don't have any kind of a date for that, but she did say her mom was wanting to take her shopping and her dad had said something about the venue. Apparently, it's quite a matter of pride and tradition in Mexican families to pay for such things. That's good. She is as lovely and responsible as ever and I continue to wonder what on earth she sees in my son. LOL! So...long story short, living in the land of legal weed seems to agree with my son. I can't say I approve, but he seems to be adulting as well as can be expected. I guess that's enough.