Yarnocturnally

Give your kids an extra hug today.

My son sent me a text a while ago. A kid in his school has been arrested and explosives were found in his home after he’d made threats against the school. I am so sad that this child would have resorted to something like this, and so thankful he was caught before he could act. How does a child get and store explosives in his home without his parents knowledge? How does he even get to the point where thought becomes action? How clueless are these parents that this happens? I may not know every detail of my boy’s thoughts and actions, but by the Gods, I know enough and am involved enough that I’m certain he could never get to this point without my knowledge or suspicion that something was wrong. I don’t know. I just don’t get it. The boy seems to think he’s outgrown hugs, but he’s getting one today when he gets home.

If I can stay awake that is. I’m fighting with my allergies right now, and I seem to be loosing. I don’t remember my allergies acting up this badly any of the other years we’ve lived here in Virginia. A bit, but not horribly. I haven’t felt this badly since I lived in the Hill Country. I was recently told that for some reasons having to do with stuff I can’t wrap my stuffed head around at the moment, the trees are all producing tons more pollen than normal. I guess that would explain it. I told my hubby I wanna find some place that doesn’t have cedar or juniper in abundance, where I/we can spend the spring…*achoo* Hiding from the stuff.

Have I ever mentioned the fact that we have a cat who is highly offended by human bodily noises? Well, we do. Her name is BB (short for Baby Bitch because from the moment hubby brought her home she’s bitched, but *I* am the head bitch in charge so she had to be the baby bitch *g*) and whenever anyone sneezes or coughs or gawd forbid expels gas… she bitches. That is the only way to describe the sound she makes. It’s not a meow, she never meows though she does chirp on occasion. But this is not her happy chirp, this is the sound she makes when she is annoyed or being demanding, it has been compared rather accurately to a duck quack. In her sleep, from the other room, doesn’t matter. She will bitch when I sneeze or blow my nose. She is Not Happy with me these days.

I think I’m going to go curl up on my couch and dream about a place free of the things that are making me feel like dying right now.

It’s Saturday already? This week seems to have flown by.

So, I told y’all I sent the message to my oldest son’s father. It took a couple of days (I think if it were me it might have taken longer) but he wrote back, and so did his mother, who has really done the raising of the boy. He told our son that I’d written and gave him the choice to write back or not and he did tell me a bit about him and enclosed a few pictures. I don’t know what he’ll do, the poor kid has got to be in shock. It’s a lot to deal with. He knows how to reach me now, if he ever wants to. That will have to be enough. His grandmother’s letter was more hopeful. She was much nicer than the ex was (he’s still very angry about a lot of things) and she offered to fill me in and send me his senior picture. She’ll help the boy get through this emotional upheaval I caused by popping up out of the blue like this.

I shouldn’t call him a boy, he’s now 18, a young man. A handsome young man with goals and dreams. I hope someday I will get to know him. In the meantime, I am so very happy to finally be able to see him as he is now and to have the line of communication open.

I’ve got my inlaws coming back by later this morning, we had a nice visit on their way down to NC last week, now we’ll have another day to visit before they head back north. I’m so glad I like my inlaws =) I hear horror stories of other people’s and I just silently thank the Gods for mine =) All I have to deal with as a pet allergy, and that’s just a matter of cleaning up and keeping the critters from coming in contact with her skin. Surprisingly, they are all very good when it comes to that. It’s as if they sense that she would *like* to pet them more, but none of them will try to force attention on her like they do with anyone else who walks through the door. She can pet them with the sleeve of her shirt if she’s careful not to touch with her skin, so the cats will walk delicately across her lap (OK, BB is delicate the boys not so much) and let her pet their heads and say hello… then they pretty much go away. Even Boomer is careful with her, though I do have to watch him a bit more because he’s just so big and pushy. Manners are our next big training thing!

But now I’ve got to run so I can change the bedding and get a few last little things done before they arrive =)

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!