Nothing significant to report, and certainly no fatal sex injuries (though not for lack of the old college try!).
The Boy Himself has been REALLY acting-out at school. STBXMRSSP, who had custody on the week, wigged out because he was uncooperative t'other morning and called me to demand "talk to your son."
Mojolated. Didn't pick up the she's-not-doing-her-job/I'm-rescuing rope, just talked to Himself, got him realigned and off and going. STBXMRSSP took the opportunity to obliquely insult me during her ranting about The Boy, which I likewise deployed my mojo against and simply ignored. She knew from the cool tone of my responses to later texts and e-mails that she was busted, though she didn't come right out and apologize, which is Textbook Herself.
She's done this in the past and written it off to "I was upset," but I would suggest (at the risk of bastardizing some bastardized Latin) that, like vino, in ira veritas as well: in anger there is truthfulness.
It's always useful to be reminded of what she really seems to think of me, rather than what she seems to want to think of me in moments of higher-consciousness and (loneliness?) (guilt-feeling?) (nostalgia?) and out-on-date-asking, so as to avoid falling into any potential traps. Just keeping that wisdom from Two on friends and enemies in the front of my mind.
I'm just continuing to work the mojo. Cool opportunity arose the other day -- a long long-shot, but at least they're out there.
