Ramblings and Ruminations

So, Daddy sent a response to the Father's Day message I sent him.

"Correct"

He's not a very demonstrative guy. He also isn't comfortable with email and/or the internet. Eh.

Everyone is back home now. Light spent the last two weeks house sitting for a friend, Superman was with his family over the weekend. Of course the kidlets are here, though Sproing goes to school five days a week. Praise the zombie baby Jeebus. In two and a half weeks I take Twitch to college. For the next two and a half weeks we are all of us. After that, I'm not sure what the household will look like. Sure, Twitch will be home for vacations and such, just as Light is. But Light turns 20 next month, and is a junior now. I'm not sure she will be home next summer. She might, but she also might get a job somewhere else for the summer next year, or stay at school to take summer classes. Now that she's been in college for two years, it feels more like she's visiting over the summer rather than home for the summer, if that makes any sense.

And I'm OK with that. It is time. She is ready. Twitch is ready to make his first real break from home, too, though he will be home when he's here, at least for the first year or so. But he will establish his own domain outside of home. It's all good. It's time. I'm ready.

We were supposed to meet with the psychologist about Diva's test results. The meeting was scheduled for last night, but the secretary called yesterday to reschedule for next Monday. *sigh* I'm impatient. The doctor wants us to get our copy of the results and have a chance to look over it before we meet. Makes sense. The secretary said we will be getting those results in the mail this week. I'm eager to see them. I'm hopeful for useful answers. I want to get this child into some kind of treatment program, preferably one that involves her living somewhere else for a while. Is that horrible of me? Yeah, part of me says it's horrible, but a bigger part says that it's a rational and reasonable thing given the circumstances and situation. I'm going to listen to the bigger part.

I'm getting tired of writing about the kids and the family. Don't I think about anything else? I have been blog surfing this morning, enjoying myself immensely. Warrior Scout has a thought-provoking post today. He talks about "pride" and what it means to him now that he's clean (off drugs). I have some thoughts about the issue, the different definitions of the word, how it relates to gay pride, what it means to be proud of myself in the larger scheme of things. I would wax poetic on the subject, but I've just typed the only thoughts that are clear enough for words.

And speaking of words, as you may know, I am taking a composition course this summer. I've been writing a good bit. I like to write, though sometimes I get so wrapped up in the technical aspects of writing that I don't know what I'm saying. Which is weird, because part of the technical aspects of writing is to clearly communicate the message. Once again, my brain is chasing its tail, going around in circles, making no sense.

It's been hot and muggy here. (Oh, look! Now I'm talking about the weather.) I have not been out of the house in days. Superman took the little car away this weekend, so the only vehicle here was Manny. Dear, dear Manny. One rainy day last week Superman drove Manny, and forgot to turn the lights off when he got home. Yep, dead battery. He plugged it into the charger thingie he has, the thing that's supposed to charge a car battery using the electric current from the house. It didn't work. So when I got in the truck to take Sproing somewhere, it gave me no response whatsoever when I turned the key. Oh, well. Sorry, son, but we can't go. I wasn't broken hearted, to tell the truth. He was, but I don't care. All that to say that I haven't been more than 20 feet from the house in four or five days. It's too damned hot and humid to be outside. And it isn't even wickedly hot. Poor ol' Jackie, in Texas, says they've got temps over 100. We will probably see temps that high for a few days before the end of summer.

Which brings me to what Superman said to me last week. He mentioned something about the possibility of living in Vermont. As a matter of fact, Light said pretty much the same thing. She wants to come visit us in Vermont. When I first started looking at colleges I was attracted to the University of Vermont in Burlington. OK, I know it gets really cold up there in the winter, and I don't know what that means because I've never lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. But I feel up for an adventure, you know? And I want to get the hell out of South Carolina! So there. I hear Vermont is beautiful. The political climate looks pretty good from here, too. I've never been. Not even visited. I'd like to. The predicted high temperature for Burlington (per weather.com) is 78F. The predicted high for this area is 92F. I like 78 better.

OK, having just looked at the UVM website, I don't see any kind of master's degree program that looks applicable. PhD, yes, but I don't want to take that big a leap. I may go on to get a PhD, but probably not, and anyway I want to get a master's first. So, there we go. Does anyone have any recommendations for a master's degree program in clinical psychology, or even better, a graduate program with an LGBTQ emphasis? I've heard good things about UMD. It's in the D.C. area, which doesn't improve my weather conditions any, but what's the most important thing here, anyway? (I honestly don't know the answer to that question.)

This is the final week of class for the first summer term. I'm nearly finished with my composition class. It's been fun. I like the online format. Beginning next Monday I start my Summer B classes. I'll have another online class (Econ. 101) and I will be sitting in a classroom from 10 - noon Monday through Thursday learning Statistics. I think this is the only math class I'll need. I hope so, anyway.

I'm rambling on about absolutely nothing. How can you stand it? I'm going to do something else now, as I'm boring myself half to death here.