Younger son was enchanted when I opened up the old laptop to take it apart for future craft projects. He made me promise to let him have some so that he could make some stuff too. It almost made it worth it.

I think it looks like a city, which seems to be an appropriate metaphor, since so much of the Internet is a city, a world.

Raves: At six o’clock this morning, my best friend called to tell me that her brother got a kidney transplant yesterday. About three years ago, she had called me to the hospital to help with the situation of her brother being in total kidney failure and the hospital attempting to put him on a plane back to El Salvador to die. I got into action mode, and with the help of God and many kind people, he got the treatment he needed. This incident cemented our relationship into something that goes beyond more than mere friendship. Since then, there have been times I don’t think I could have survived without her support.

She also told me that her daughter had a daughter who she named Mariah. So she is a grandma now! She wants me to go to Austin. I want to go as well, since I want to see her brother and the baby, not to mention some other folks as well. But, this leads me to my rant.

Rant: Sky’s probation officer has taken me out of my classroom once already, and today called me during class. The reason was to get all personal information on myself and my parents, and to make it clear that I could not go anywhere without telling her and getting permission. She seemed to take great pleasure in this. So, during class, I found myself on the phone saying things like, “I will be going to HEB tomorrow at eight o’clock”, and her saying things like, “So then, you should be home by 9:30″.

I am in the situation of not being able to leave Older Son unsupervised, nor, since he is on house arrest, can he go anywhere without the probation officer’s permission. Hence, I cannot go anywhere without her permission. The conversation was just so horrendously awful that afterwards I called our lawyer to ask if I was being harrassed due to my profession or previous relationship with the probation officer. The lawyer told me that the terms of the house arrest were correct, but that I was probably right in assuming that the probation officer took some pleasure in telling me what to do and when I could do it since that officer was not pleased about having lost the fight in court to lock Older Son up. Also, things like me not signing papers without running them past Lawyer do not please Probation Officer.

So I now understand why some individuals are driven to write songs such as Fuck the Police. The state is controlling my life to an extent that is entirely ridiculous. My child is not a danger to others. There is just no reason for this. Of course he is going to be supervised, but I should not be locked down in my house.

I have told Older Son for years that he had better not do anything that would put me in the system. Well, he went and did it, and it is worse than I ever imagined. I told him that he had better not so much as roll his eyes when he accompanies me to church on Sunday or it will not be pleasant.

At any rate, if you begin to hear libertarian rants and see quotes from Rage Against the Machine on this blog, it will be because I am really, really pissed off.

On the bright side, Older Son will no longer be sitting in the house with his computer while I go out, or pouting on family outings. At least he’d better not pout, since he made the choice to be my shadow when he did such a stupid thing. We will be going GPS treasure hunting on Sunday afternoon, which should be fun.

Older Son’s dad is tripping. He called and said, “Come on, he just took some Soma. Soma isn’t any big deal.” He minimized the entire thing and is now talking to Older Son everyday after not having been involved for months. I am working on not feeling hate. Perhaps he would like to pay for some of the counseling since he is so interested in being involved in his son’s life now. Oh, he doesn’t believe in the counseling because in his opinion what Older Son did is not a problem. Oh well.

It got down to 25 degrees last night and I couldn’t run the heater because my closet floods when I do. This was supposed to have been repaired a week ago. It was cold. I couldn’t bring myself to even shower this morning. So much is going on.

I am trying to process so much stuff that my head is spinning. I need to focus on the postive. The transplant and the new baby are awesome things. Why do I get bothered by the simply aggravating stuff so much?

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