Ok... this is part of a post I din't post... cause I didn't know where I was going with it..... I guess I still don't... but AnyWayz....
Well.... that is as far as I gotz... and that ain't no never mind.... see cause where I was going...was about the Ex.. and this will be short.
We split a long time ago.... no problems with sex or drugs or alcohol.... things just weren't working out enough. But we had two kids... and after a bit...decided we could really raise them together.... apart.
It has worked pretty well. And... it still is.
So... again, about the Ex... she has a bit of OCD... and the way it worked is she can't stop taking classes.... She now has a BA ,a BS, a Masters Degree and more goddam certifications than you can shake a stick at. Seriously. Currently teaches in a program for emotionally fucked up kids. Majorly fucked up. The students are all court mandated to be there. Cheaper than juvenile facilities and the idea is.... see if you can stop them from getting more fucked up. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't . Two former students murdered someone in a drug deal over a year ago. Failures are much more apparent than success in her line of work....
Well, Anyways.... she asks me for a small favor the other day. Can I help her haul a bed over to a student's apartment. Mom & Dad are out of prison.... inter-racial marriage... lotta problems... and now the family is back together and they are working on stuff.... but the kid doesn't have a bed. The Ex's Dad, Grandpa, had one. We hauled it over there. The kid is seventeen, had been sleeping on the couch.... and never had a bed... ever.
The apartment was small, cluttered, but clean. There was a small room to set it up in, the kid was happier than all get out. " I have never had my own room," she said, "or my own bed." My heart bled a little.
So, the next day I asked the Ex for a favor.... I needed a new State of Wisconsin ID. My eyes are getting worse... I can't drive... and I wanted to make goddam sure I could vote ... to get rid of the fucking Republicans who are trying to cut teaching jobs like hers. And I am not going to go on about shit, state employees or politics or goddam entitlements or stuff.... but she is the kind of teacher that puts in 60 to 70 hours a week, and gives kids beds.
Well, it is what it is and again, it ain't no never mind......
I was at the Ex's having tea after we got my ID. Wonder Girl stopped by. She saves all her compostible kitchen shit from her apartment and brings it back over to her Mom's bin.
Life has not turned out exactly the way I wanted. But that ain't no deal, either.
Things can be ok, if you want them to. And walking the dog is fun.