Last week I left off with my daughter getting ready to go to court and not being sure if she was going to be coming back home. The next day we went to court and we are still waiting…waiting to see if she will get into mental health treatment court. It looks good, but the process is taking a lot longer than I ever imagined. I feel like I offered Arabella false hope because the lawyer seemed pretty certain everything would be wrapped up by this court date and it wasn’t. Her next court date is in August but now I won’t mention anything about her coming home then because I was sure she was coming home this time.

It was a hard day riding the roller coaster of uncertainty and there is not much I hate more. Not to mention seeing my daughter be led out in an orange jail jumpsuit in handcuffs. If she wasn’t being released, Paul had plans for the rest of the day. He was getting lunch with the pastor who he usually meets up with once a month to talk about a book they are reading together and life in general. Then later that evening he was meeting up with his buddies for the weekly sailing race and wings at a local bar afterwards.

I didn’t want to sit at home alone and wallow, so I decided to go out and asked Alex and Lexi to go with me. A friend of my son’s dropped us off at a martini bar for a few drinks. Then we walked to a nearby brewery for supper. They ended up having a jazz band playing outside which was really enjoyable.

Thursday night my son had a gig at a bar near our cabin up north. So I decided to spend a couple days up north at the cabin for my birthday. My Aunt Jan has a cabin nearby so we got a group together to see my son play. It was an enjoyable evening. While we were out, we saw a guy that looked like our friend Jerry. He even had the same mannerisms. I asked other family members who the guy looked like and they also said Jerry. Now Jerry’s brother also has a cabin nearby and although I never met him I thought it was a good chance it could be him.

Paul sent a picture of the guy to Jerry who said no way that guy owes me money. I told him tonight we will be collecting. I just had to have enough liquid courage to go up and talk to Jerry’s brother. Later in the evening Lexi and I approached him. It turns out that Jerry was pulling our leg and the guy was not his brother. I said, “No way!!” The guy said he was from Texas and I did notice he had a bit of a southern drawl. To prove he wasn’t Jerry’s brother, he pulled out his Texas driver’s license. I showed him and his family photos of Jerry and they agreed they looked exactly alike.

Now my husband saw me talking to this lookalike for awhile and assumed he was Jerry’s brother. What I didn’t tell you before was that Jerry’s last name sounds a bit like a racial slur. We all are in agreement if that was our last name we would change it. Anyway, my husband came up and yelled really loudly hey Jerry’s last name that sounds like a racial slur. How awkward! It surely made for an interesting evening.

The following day was my birthday. I wanted to check out a nearby casino in the morning. Just to let you know, birthday is not synonymous with the word lucky. It was fun anyway. Then we ate lunch at a restaurant I really like for special occasions. I ordered king crab legs with a martini. Then we took a gravel one lane road back to the cabin. Halfway back we stopped at a bridge and I took out my magnet fishing kit. I pulled up a couple spikes that were probably part of the bridge. I still didn’t find anything interesting. No antique typewriter, not even a murder weapon.

When we got back, my son took me out for ice cream. I also rode the moped around in our yard. I turned around the corner and didn’t want to hit something so I pressed the brakes hard and flew off. I smashed one of the mirrors in the process. Seven more years of bad luck? Sheesh. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to hit the brakes hard while the wheel was turned. Lesson learned. Thankfully I didn’t get hurt.

We spent the rest of the afternoon out on the water. Angel, Dan, and Lexi joined us later after work to grill out. I tried to talk my mom into going out and doing stuff with us, but instead she went home to pick up Matt which took most of the day. When she was around, she was anxious and crabby which I found annoying. We had a campfire going in the evening, but then a storm blew in so we went inside. My mom yelled at us to be quiet because Matt was trying to sleep. It was only around 9:30 on a Friday night. But all in all it was a pretty good day.

On Sunday, I had some friends over for a murder mystery party. No one guessed who the murderer was this time. Overall, it was a good and interesting birthday weekend.