I have a lot of very current issues and problems, and also more things going *right* with life. Let's start with the good stuff:
Kids: Zack is back from his summer travels and as soon as we can spend some time together I think we can plan an excellent year. He's thinking about moving out next summer; I'm not sure if he'll be ready to live by himself yet then, but I suspect the experiment would be a good idea: If it works, great; if it doesn't, a negative result to an experiment is also valid. (I'm pretty sure Zack understands that "Not Ready Yet" is a very different message than "Can't Do This;" if he's not ready to live on his own next year, maybe it'll be the year after, and it's no big deal, and if he is, then fine, he's there.)
Gabe has started SAB again, which is good. I owe him an email, which I need to get to soon. I'll try for this weekend; my schedule is muchly in flux from the change to graveyard work.
Grad School: My application at Walden U. is complete and I'm expecting an admissions decision from them on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. I also expect it'll be positive.
Work: I'm working at UPS, which is sufficient for the moment. It's good parnosseh.
So the positive model of life is I start grad school, and I have work to support it, and my sons are well and healthy and growing. I have to start getting ready for the nest to empty out, but that's a Standard Stage of Life sort of thing.
Now for the shit:
I'm still trying to get my lawyer to file the paperwork to get the child support paid. I was awarded child support in the divorce, but getting it in the divorce papers doesn't mean you actually *collect* it. This is a real pain-in-the-ass battle, that the probable only winners in are the lawyers. But I have to learn to stand up for my self and my own rights, and here is one of the places I have to do it.
I'm declaring bankruptcy, and I have a lot of legal paperwork I have to do for that. And the papers are on the kitchen table, under the settling layer of dust caused by the sheetrock work that's finally getting done.
I'm having a dispute with my landlady about that sheetrock work. We're not at the drawn-lawyers stage *yet*, but I'm talking with one.
I do *not* want to become a Professional Plaintiff. But I *do* need to learn to stand up for myself, as said above. Which is why I describe this as "shit to be cleaned up."
Relations with my parents are in tremendous flux, which is agonizing as I'm currently reliant on them for financial support, and I'm never sure from one day to the next if it's going to be there.
And the opportunities:
I'm working with a men's group, and they have a connection with a "weekend", which they do not call a workshop but that's the word I've heard for such things elsewhere. I *might* be able to do something very good with it.
Some old friendships are showing signs of getting better and more intense. There's also some sexual confusion around a couple of those, but the friendship is drastically more important than the lust, and I'll need to make sure that's understood. I'd *like* to be lustful, too, but keeping priorities orderly is important.
And I need to get some sleep before I go get Gabe for his dance class. More soon.