You never really know

Apparently my roommate's confrontation was a good thing. In the morning the kid said he thought a lot about it, and decided to "take control" of his life. He put together a resume, and actually got a job that day. So we will see what happens.

I had the day off, again... I'm getting spoiled. Put a new battery in my truck and cleaned it out. It is an interesting experience to "move in" to my roommate's place. Roots. They may be tiny roots, like sprouting a sprig in water, but they are roots in an apartment with a friend. Not on a boat, but I'm closer to my boat now.

I'm making a solid life. I sleep, shower, work. I relax at home and read, drink coffee. I still am not exercising regularly, and I haven't unpacked my suitcase yet, but it is a work in progress. Today I opened a bank account, and put some money in savings. My new boat fund. Like a friend said, it's not about having no posessions, but about avoiding excess. I like a sparse life and simple pleasures.

It feels really good to have my truck back, and to have a boat fund. Now I can start fixing all the little things on the truck that need to be repaired in my spare time while I keep putting money in that savings account. And before you know it, I will have some boat under my feet.

Today was a good day. One day to myself a week is enough. My job isn't that hard, I have time to relax everyday, and working gives my life some structure.

...

Tuesday morning. My roommate found out some more details of our kid's behavior. She'd had enough, she told him to leave this morning. He didn't take it well. Started crying, begging, pleading. She was firm. I told him he was disrespecting her. And he was. Someone helps you, you don't expect more. Even if they later change their opinion of you, you thank them and go on, let them go on. But our kid? He became hysterical, even took a butter knife and slashed at his wrists and stomach.

That's when my adreniline kicked in. I made him put the knife down and leave. Used my NCO voice. I haven't used that in years. It definitely gets peoples attention. He finished packing outside, my friend went to work, and I settled into my morning routine.

I have to trust that things happen the way they're supposed to. I have a fear that she undid the good she had done. On the other hand, he has a serious case of "the world owes me"'s. More than could be undone by one confrontation. I hope he pulls it together, goes to work, and reaffirms that only he is responsible for himself.

Me, I'm still thankful. What did I learn from this kid? I'm not sure yet. I definitely saw myself in him. Takes one to know one. We will see. Maybe tomorrow I'll go for a run before work.