the older son (changes, part 1)

Damn, I just looked back to reference a blog post and realised I wrote it almost a month ago. Where does the time go these days?
I wrote that we had some changes coming to our little house, and sure enough twenty days ago Terry's oldest son moved in with us to give him a chance to get back on his feet. He has worked in the restaurant business all his adult life (he's 26), but with the recent economic downturn and the high rents of southern California, he found himself unemployed and out of savings. Thankfully we had a spare room/office to put an inflatable bed in, and extra room in the storage unit for his stuff.
The Boy is enjoying having his older brother here now, and of course Terry is as well. And even though I get along fine with him, I have felt hesitant a few times, but I understand my feelings stem from the bad experience with my daughter and her boyfriend (who I had to throw out of my house because they weren't going to leave after 15 months). Older Son has been applying for jobs left and right (we live within a few miles of around three dozen restaurants), and has been very accommodating to us when The Boy has sleepovers, taking off to a local bar to give us "alone time" for a few hours. He also is a artist who works with pencil, watercolors, paint, and since I installed Photoshop in his laptop, has produced some truly incredible artwork with it as well. Terry is hoping he will be able to get back on his own in a few months, although I think it may take a little longer than that.