I kinda saw this coming.

My oldest son is in jail tonight. My younger one and I went to dinner at the home of some very dear family friends. During the evening, we discussed my older sons recent change in behavior, and how it was affecting us. Our friends, as good people do, offered their support and assistance if it should be needed. We ate, and spoke of many other things.

It was only later that I was informed by my neighbor, J-boy,  who checked the jail roster and found my son there. The funny thing was, word was only traveling to be on the look-out for my old boy because of his odd recent behavior, and the fact that he had left the house with a BB gun and a knife. My younger son had decided to tell me about the knife. I didn't know about that part. Yes, I knew my son was leaving the house with a BB gun. I apologize. I thought he was going down to the park or the beach to shoot it off. He has been acting really strange and hiding in his room. I thought it was a good thing for him to go outside for a bit. I didn't know I needed to pat him down first. Of course, had I touched him, he would have FLIPPED OUT!

He has been yelling at nothing. Literally... nothing. In rooms all alone, he is yelling obscenities and half-baked sentences. At no one. I only do that when I am REALLY pissed off. Usually, it's my way of talking myself down. It only seems to wind him up, and the spiral doesn't go anywhere. Like he's on an escalator, walking in the wrong direction. Yelling, lunging, screaming, punching upward; but there is never anything there. He seemed sad before it started, and resolute when he walked out the door last night.

On a Sunday evening by the beach.

I am watching a fun new reality show, "The Curse of Oak Island" on the History Channel.  Preview Glenn and I have found that we have numerous common hobbies. The brothers on that show have found the perfect big project that combines the passion for their hobbies and the best aspects of their personalities. One is the dreamer, the other is always watching the bottom line; the treasure hunter. Here's a Review that I found to be fairly accurate, although it put a negative tone on the slow pace of the show. I rather liked it. It's good late night, mind-meandering television. I like hearing stories from old men and hunting for treasure with metal detectors, and I felt I could appreciate the depth of the show. If you can't, don't watch it.

I have to say though, I would rather watch these two brothers and the old men and a bunch of buddies digging holes and playing in the mud than watch this one that is one now ANY day - another one about Alaska on Discovery. For a guy who hated living there, my honey sure likes watching shows about the stupid ice pit. I lived in North Dakota. That doesn't mean I love buffalo. Actions speak louder than words, man... you loved Alaska! (He really hated it, I'm just trying to get him to comment on my blog.)

I shared that bit of insight with the one I love, so we have moved on to the Travel Channel. One may be asking themselves why I am making a point of noting the channel these shows are on. I have become accustomed to the new age of television viewing: Streaming. I only rarely see cable any more. When I do, I remember how much a like my Hulu and NetFlix.

How about those Marfa lights?

Have I mentioned that my man might be taking off to Texas soon? Opportunity is knocking, and he is cautiously peeking through the door. He has been working really hard, helping to set up a company that just got reconfigured and is set to re-launch in two days. Them are the facts. I really don't have any feelings about it yet. Mostly because it isn't for sure yet, and I have far too many things that are actually occurring that I can spend my energy on.

I missed therapy last week, and at least one day of my meds. Other than that, I am feeling irritated at my kids, but really very hopeful that they are going to straighten out soon. I have clear goals as far as how I want to see our relationships in the future, and as long as I keep those images in my head and remember to be firm while I can so they will be strong when I'm not there; I think everything will turn out alright.

That's my thoughts for tonight... now that it's the next day.

Finally... the pictures!

   I love bonfires.

A bonfire on the New Year was so fitting, and fun! I told everyone that I wanted them to e-mail me attachments, or tag me in photos from that night. I got one the next day... it took my boyfriend until tonight when I was sitting here next to him, complaining about only having one picture that night, that he remembered he had four more!

Current dilemmas

First off; I am not the most descriptive or well-composed writer when I've had a wee nip of the Devil's nectar. Boy, do I think I'm deep. Funny and philosophical, too. I made it through the night with only minor scrapes and bruises, and had fun doing it. The bonfire was lovely.

Talk about being easily distracted, it is now after 1 in the afternoon, and I started writing this about 3 hours ago. I have been looking for the picture of the bonfire that my friend put up on facebook. Now my boyfriend is here, and I need to get ready to go. I will post more from the Devil's Punchbowl.

(Yeah... that's how I roll!)

What's going on.

I can't stop laughing. My boyfriend is to my right, my treasured friend is to my left, and profanities are flying! We have all been drinking, the new yew year has\ begun. I am listening to my boyfriend spout off names that I have never heard, telling stories about places I have never seen. I love it. The night is about to come to come to an end, but it has been amazing. He is showing her his guitar now... gotta go....