(Edit: Well, like a dummy masochist, I poked into SD24 FF insta account, which I do occasionally in down-low  mode to make sure that she is "good" or at least "doing ok" because then I know we wont get the texts - rather husband, cause shes blocked on my phone - and saw what I always dread.......... and saw a post with a picture of SD24 Feral Forger smugly sitting in a hospital bed with the tell tale bracelett and that smirky smug smile I hate. Im NOT going to mention it unless husband does, and I already know what this will probably mean - she isnt working because something is desperately wrong. Lupus imaginarium? Tik Tok withdrawals? My stepmom was mean and didnt let me have my old room backius?)

I saw that in another Blog and am "borrowing" it. 

Since SD16almost17 Power Sulk has been staying with Toxic Troll BM, who is busy spending her "head trama 21K", SD visitation has been at zero. No drama, even though SD24 Feral Forger lives down the road in a house share from their section 8 by-the-beach apartment. I guess FF is sticking it out at her 2 jobs. SD16/17 has her school friends, her mother and must be happy because ultimately thats where she wanted to be all along, with her own room and not living with her sister.

Its been just husband and I, and barnical buddy. And now even BB is starting to annoy husband, who has been super tired and stressed from new job at new business. 2 more months and his probationary time ends and he starts getting full benefits and retirement account and accrued vacation time. Hes been nervous and tired, but also more attentive, less impatient with me and us.

Ive been out hiking and puttering around doing my own thing. Not really spending time with friends much, because my friends all have kids, so its just been me. I went down the coast and watched the sunset over the fog line saturday, while husband went fishing. Doing a lot of thinking, reading and writing lately. Where do empty nesters fly when there arent any anchors left? Wherever the heck they want. Sometimes the options are too many to handle and I fly all over the place, almost ready to land on something then I change my mind.

I mean, I know that I wasnt anchored down by children in a parental sense, but there were years in there whereby I "anchored" to the sense of "family" that child visitation brought, if even in a temporary capacity. I used to plan things to include fun with kiddo. And then when all she wanted to do was stay in her room, I gradually just did my own thing. Now there is an child-free room when I come home from my adventures. A child-free room with 2 bass guitars in new condition, a mandolin with a broken string, a ukelele with a broken string and acoustic guitar thats dusty and out of tune.

Im having the uke restrung, and tuned today....they havent been claimed or asked for and Im thinking of taking up a music instrument in time for summer frolicking. I did text Skiddo if she would at all be interested in selling one of them yesterday evening, but sadly her mo is to not respond to my texts unless I change a password or she wants something from her dad and he isnt answering. And its a day later. Im not going to continue texting. If she wants her instruments back, she will get them in really great condition ready to play and dust free with all strings. 

Mothers day was a marathon of cleaning and clearing, then a homemade spaghetti dinner for mom and dad. Thats all mom wanted. A month prior they had gone to a fancy dinner and contracted COVID, but they were vaccinated and so believe thats why they did not suffer symptoms beyond a small cold. So she did not want to have a brunch in a crowded location. Just wanted to spend time. She is the woman who has everything and if she doesnt have it she can buy it herself, so she just simply wanted some time and attention.

Mom turned us on to "Blacklist" which we quickly became addicted to and binged like 7 episodes the rest of the day.

Easy peasy. Otherwise I was a little melancholy about not having kiddos of my own to celebrate me in my motherhoodness, but thats a topic for the Bio-free zone.