The birthday boy called us today. It seems that in the two hours no one was in their apt. his laptop and camera were stolen. He will survive from all of this, but it sure sucks. I hurt for him and wish I could still make all the hurts go away by rocking him and tucking him in bed. Dammit, his apt. is on the third floor of a locked in complex. I hope the person that robbed him finds himself in the middle of a block when a huge semi knocks him into oblivion. I hope he burns in the hell I usually don't believe in and is poked with live electrical wires. Well, I feel a little better now.
Just a little.....still want to rock my son to sleep and tuck him in bed.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Some of Zack's Pictures
When I met Zack he was out of college and not doing much of anything (unless you call carousing and drinking anything). But, he was and is an artist. When his life became complicated he quit doing much art. I suggested that he enter some of the work he has done to a local art show. He offered six works and these 3 were accepted. He is in shock, I think. He has never had any art on display at an art venue since in college. I hope this gives him the push to continue.
RJ
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Story of friends
When I was a youngun' I was alone a lot. We moved from town to town so that my no good father could fleece ( to defraud of money or property; swindle) another whoever out of whatever he could. We might be there a week or a month or even through one semester of school. It is really hard to make friends when you are on the move that often. I was either ahead or behind in school.
I think by the time I hit 7th grade I had been to 12-15 schools in either OK or TX. Because we moved so much, I didn't have a chance to make any long term friendships. Books were my friends and I read any and everything I could put my hands on. I loved comic books, because they were transportable and eaily read in the backseat of a car. My cousins were really, really poor and whenever we visited, I was popular because of the comics. I never had any left by the time the visit was over. I was an only child and there were 5 of them. Visiting them was always treat, I used the comics as an entre into their world and they shared theirs with me. We would visit the inevitable outhouse, swim in the local plot of mud, gather blackberries and swat wasps. I learned to love the smell of honeysuckle and the taste of mud pies. After we left, I would look at my sunburned, bug bitten body and hoard the feel of companionship as I sat in the backseat of the car reading my new comic books, listening my my father's inevitable country music coming from the car radio.
So why am I bringing up all this debris of my past? Well, I have friends today. I have some really great friends that make me laugh out loud, give me moral support, piss me off and spread their love over me. Sometimes I feel I am not worthy of them. I feel I am peeking into their lives and not giving them back all the wealth they have given me. Perhaps, it has something to do with all the moves and transitory relationships I had as a child. I do not know, but I do know that now I am so very, very lucky to have these people in my lives.
I think by the time I hit 7th grade I had been to 12-15 schools in either OK or TX. Because we moved so much, I didn't have a chance to make any long term friendships. Books were my friends and I read any and everything I could put my hands on. I loved comic books, because they were transportable and eaily read in the backseat of a car. My cousins were really, really poor and whenever we visited, I was popular because of the comics. I never had any left by the time the visit was over. I was an only child and there were 5 of them. Visiting them was always treat, I used the comics as an entre into their world and they shared theirs with me. We would visit the inevitable outhouse, swim in the local plot of mud, gather blackberries and swat wasps. I learned to love the smell of honeysuckle and the taste of mud pies. After we left, I would look at my sunburned, bug bitten body and hoard the feel of companionship as I sat in the backseat of the car reading my new comic books, listening my my father's inevitable country music coming from the car radio.
So why am I bringing up all this debris of my past? Well, I have friends today. I have some really great friends that make me laugh out loud, give me moral support, piss me off and spread their love over me. Sometimes I feel I am not worthy of them. I feel I am peeking into their lives and not giving them back all the wealth they have given me. Perhaps, it has something to do with all the moves and transitory relationships I had as a child. I do not know, but I do know that now I am so very, very lucky to have these people in my lives.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Birthday
I know I have not blogged for quite awhile, nothing seemed worth talking about. But thought I would give it a shot tonight-----!
This month is my (our) son's 26th birthday. Charles was born May 18, 1980. The day is important, not only because he was born that day (tho' that is enough for me!) but because that is the day Mt. St. Helen's erupted. Actually, we erupted about the same time! He will be the same age that I was when I met his father. He is a man and yet still my boy. There were times that I thought he would NEVER survive childhood or I wouldn't. He was a tough child to raise, always a challenge and always the challenger. He still challenges others but, mostly himself. He is not afraid to take off and make a path where none exists. How did he become so brave...we his parents are so "not adventursome"? We tend to take the path most taken. This month, my son will be 26 and when he reads this, I hope he knows how much we love him and that no matter what he does, he will always make us proud.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLES
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