my son's life is over (figuratively speaking)

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Interestingly--I already had this subject line. Guess I thought his life was over before...now it REALLY is.

It is an odd thing. I have had this lj post up and empty for hours now, trying to think about something to write. I have lots to write about--a great deal in fact--but it is too much. And, much of it is too complicated to explain...or even want to explain. When, I wonder, did I lose the desire to share everything about my life? (looking back at how few posts I've made lately, guess it has been some time now).

Life is not bad, even though miles separate me from N again. Some good things we're working on (most importantly, getting N back here for his internship). Work is...work, and the pupsters are fine. (oh, good time to insert pics)

This would be Maddox, looking handsome:



And Shelby (now known as Nick's dog) cleaning her paw like she does:



They are great aren't they--except they won't stop playing tonight--in my room--grrr. And there is a skunk outside so I made them come inside, just in case.

Tomorrow--back to work. Ended up taking off today to deal with some issues regarding my son's habit of missing the bus, and thus school. He won't miss the bus again, because I'll be taking him again. He WILL survive this sophomore year, if it kills us both.

Daughter is leaving OU. She is not happy. Grades are good--it is the rest of it, and the fact that friends keep leaving. OU is quite good at snagging kids, but not keeping them, apparently. A pity, as we were so very sold on that school. Her b/f will be going to Auburn.

Writing--mostly at Seaside, but even there not much. Mostly, because of course Nick was here, and we traveled a lot. I've got those pictures on a disk at work--will bring them home tomorrow and provide some light picture entertainment, and post about some of what we did, who we saw. That'll be fun.

It is funny--I used to look forward to my quiet evenings alone. Since N left though, I've rather come to detest them. I like having N here. Right here, beside me, even if nothing is said...just here. (And his mum was worried I'd get aggravated with him? Uh, no).Guess that is why I'm watching so much X-Files. I've got to relearn how to be alone at night. Because until I do, I won't be able to turn off the X-Files, and if I don't turn off the TV, then I won't write. A vicious cycle, isn't it? I'm not sure I am quite ready to give that up. But I want to. I need to.

I've gotta find that happy writing place again--the quiet one. THAT's when the real magic happens--and where.

Wow--I wrote a post!

C--off to read A FEAST OF CROWS (still, yes I know...still reading it...)

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Ohhh, all right. That makes more sense with the rest of the entry.