Board Becomes Bronco

My last post was about how I’ve been feeling chilled out and relaxed. It was about my Zen Wave and how I almost wiped out. Little did I know that the incident that almost killed my chill was only Act I in the… what’s a good name?… Ah, Daughter Drama. Act II began just after Ben got on the bus, sorry… Glorious Little Yellow School Bus, Thursday (was that only yesterday?) morning.

Act II begins with a phone call from younger daughter. I answered the phone and was greeted with a tearful “Can you come get me Mom?” Of course I told her of course and asked what was wrong? She told me that her partner told her to get out of their shared home. Rather than ask for all the details, I told her I would get dressed and be right over.

She lives fairly close and traffic was going the other way so I made it to her place about twenty minutes later. She walked out in pajamas and slippers carrying a bag and the teddy bear she’s had since birth. Uh oh!

I tried to ask what happened and was told that she didnt want to talk about it. Fair enough. I told her about the toy gun drama as I drove back to the house. I still wasnt sure if this was just a cooling off period or if her partner had kicked her out permanently. She wasnt sure either.

She has only been gone four months but it was kind of weird having her there all day. She decided to crash out on the couch rather than lay down in Ben’s (her old) room. I was in my room like always, but felt a little restrained, like I should be polite and not make noise. Weird.

Everyone woke up/got up and started moving around right before Ben was due home. Older daughter offered her room to younger daughter if she was staying the night since older daughter would be at work. Younger daughter went into Ben’s room and called her partner. From the tears I guessed they weren’t making up.

Ben got home and the house was chaos for fifteen or twenty minutes. I went back to hide in my room. Younger daughter came in, told me that she and her partner had tickets to a show and she still wanted to go. She asked to use the car to go get different clothes and the tickets, also her wallet which she had forgotten. So off she went and Thursday afternoon/evening continued as normal.

After Ben and older daughter were tucked into their beds, I texted younger daughter to find out what was going on. Much back and forth and finally it was decided that she would drive my car to the concert. After the show was over she would take her friend home (partner made other plans) and bring the car back to me. She planned on sleeping in her own bed so she would Uber home.

She woke me up around 12:30am in tears. I had only been asleep maybe forty-five minutes and was groggy. She wanted my phone because hers had just been stolen. Huh? She had stopped at 7-11 and walking from the car to the door she had dropped her phone fumbling for her wallet. She realized it had fallen and was getting ready to bend over and grab it when a random dickweed grabbed it and ran off. It wasnt even an expensive phone and its password protected.

So she’s on my phone trying to get ahold of her partner for a ride and they’re not answering so she downloads the Uber app so she can just go home. She wants the day to be over! Of course there’s a bunch of stuff to go through trying to set up her Uber account on my phone. She’s stuck trying to log into her gmail and she cant get past all of my google stuff. I grab my tablet and start trying from there and I’ve gotten a login screen and need her password. I go to tell her (she’s gone to have a wee) and I hear her yelling her partner’s name and frantically asking if her partner can hear her. OH SHIT!

She grabs the car clicker thingy (Prius, no key) and her wallet and runs out the door. Thankfully she left my phone.

She must have broken the sound barrier driving home because she called me from her partner’s phone very shortly after she left. Her partner was face down on the kitchen floor and semi responsive. She hung up and called back a bunch of times over the next hour. Her partner was breathing and would respond a little bit but daughter was freaking out, wondering if she should call paramedics. I told her to drag her partner into a cold shower to see if that would get them more responsive. Partner had obviously been drinking but daughter couldn’t get an answer on whether they took something else too.

Finally around 3:30am daughter tells me partner had lost their wallet, either been in a fight or fallen down, and wanted their phone back. I told daughter that the cellphone store opened at 10am to come over then and we’d go get her a new phone then take her back home, and I could have my car back.

Ben woke me up at 5:45am. I got him ready, made sure he wasnt smuggling contraband and sent him off to school. I explained the whole thing to older daughter and went to lay down until 9:30am.

I called to make sure younger daughter was still coming and it’s good that I did because she had dozed off. She got up and came and picked me up and we went to get her a new phone. On the way I found out that her partner had taken Xanex with the booze, had spent $80.00 at a bar, lost their wallet and blacked out. Oy Vey!

We get her phone, I take her home and then went to the grocery store. It was over 90° again today, I was exhausted but I hadn’t lost my zen.

Here’s where the title of the post comes in… I had had to deal with some Drama, life was very bumpy and the image of surfing a wave of zen didnt really seem to fit anymore. I started thinking that it was more like I was riding a horse that had started rearing and bucking but I was still hanging on. So now my zen is a horse instead of a wave. I’m still, amazingly, riding it. I didnt even slip. I’m exhausted, it’s the weekend so Ben will be home all day, I anticipate more Daughter Drama from either or both, but I’m still chill. I’m not stressed out, I’m not projecting a bunch of “what if”s. Its wonderful and incredible and I love it. I’m just gonna keep riding this zen horse/broco/unicorn(?) and enjoy the ride. The bizarre, bumpy, beautiful ride.


(the featured pic is our newest family member, a rescue with his own story. He’s about 6-8 weeks old and had nothing to do with the post but he’s cute)




30 thoughts on “Board Becomes Bronco

    1. My Saturday has been pretty good so far. I’m still exhausted, but I’m starting to accept that’s gonna be my normal☹
      Itty bitty kitty is a very lucky little guy. He survived a ten mile ride in an engine compartment 🙀 Older daughter brought him home, named him Diesal.

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  1. Wholly Bronco, Angie!! I’ll first comment about the little kitty. A sweet tiny little black kitty just in time for Halloween. (In your spare time, have you thought of a name?) 😁
    Damn, you must train more bronco pony, unicorn, zen ridging wave creature’s for all the world to obtain… The world would be such a lovely place if you did.
    When I saw you weren’t on yesterday, I knew drama must have been unfolding. I was hoping for you, but I guess that didn’t work. Sorry.😔 You still have no idea what the break-up fight was about? do you? I’m thinking that everyone is losing their minds because of the extreme heat.
    You poor thing. Your functioning on such little sleep for all the drama taking place. And soon, the little yellow 🚌 will be home. All three of them, pets, and you. I can see you hiding in your bedroom staying clear if only for sanity reasons alone, plus to groom your bronco.
    Oh, Angie… Hang in there, Sweetie. I’m rooting for you!!! 🙏🤞 😘

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    1. Thank you Beckie😍😘
      The kitty has been named Diesal by older daughter since he survived a ten mile ride in the engine compartment of her coworker’s car. He has a VERY loud voice for such a little guy. He yells at us from his quarantine in daughter’s room every evening around 5pm. Another weird animal for our weird family.

      My nosey side wanted all the details of the argument, but my sensible side reminded me that younger daughter is an adult and it’s her problem. She is still at her home and they are working it out. The heat could very well have been a factor. The Santa Ana winds have a reputation for making people kooky!
      I keep doing a little self check wondering why I’m still chill. Am I really chill? Am I on that river in Egypt? I’ve concluded that while all the stuff happened around me and affected me, none of it really happened TO me. I’m just not getting freaked out for whatever reason. Its bizarre and seems unreal, but I’m just gonna go with it.

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      1. OMG! That poor little kitty, I can’t believe it survived that ride. What an adorable name. Very suiting I might add.
        You’re sensible side is correct. I applaud you for that. 🙌 👏
        I have been remarkably calm myself. I want to choke the daylights out of my roommate this latter part of the week, that has now seeped into the weekend. 😡 I’ll save the details for the Monday Peeve that Paula, of “Light Motifs II” does. OH, I’m gonna vent.
        But, the strange thing is, I’m still on my chill wave too. 🌊😉
        It’s probably because I spent the last 16 hours writing the last 3 chapters of my story.
        (truth)… I am so happy to be done with it!!! My fingers hurt! 😜 I have never done a whole month challenge before. I am so happy it’s all done, and pre-posted.
        Now, I can play with others and read. Yay! I’m looking fo forward to tomorrow to sit back and read. 🤓

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  2. Holy bloody hell, girl! When it rains it pours, eh? Sheesh! Never a dull moment lol. I really feel for you. I (hugely!) admire you in that through the madness you hadn’t lost your zen. You have such a huge heart and you went above and beyond to help. Scary situation with the alcohol + Xanax! I’m just glad that wasn’t one of your girls 😘💗

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    1. Younger daughter was seriously freaked, thought her partner was going to die. Oh, I’d have totally lost it if it had been one of my girls. I’m not sure if it would be more scared or angry though🤔
      The weather finally broke and its cloudy and almost chilly right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if it literally rained☔ Gaia is showing us how unhappy she is, and who can blame her?!
      Big Hugs to you and the D.D. Dude😘🥰❤💌💌


                1. The dog might not like the pop pop pop pop of me walking until the bottoms are popped🤣
                  I just found out today that there may be an astrological reason for my constant injuries. 😉 Its in my natal chart. I was born to be clumsy🤷‍♀️😂

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