There is a delightful book called "The Dancing Wu Lee Masters" by Gary Zukov that is a zen approach to quantum physics. Basically it's physics without the math. As a zen approach the belief is that everyday we are at the start of our journey. Everything in the past - be it distant past or an hour ago - is simply preparation for the moment. Hence, when you open the book, every chapter is called "Chapter One". If you haven't followed my posts I'll give a brief summary before jumping in with the latest events. My son is a drug addict and has been for 14 years. I've been patient and loving, gone to ALANON all this time, and hoped he'd get it together. Two months ago I hit the wall and refused to talk to or see him until he sought treatment and was sober. That stirred up the mud and my ex-wife and daughter ran to his defense. He sent me a series of crude and insulting texts. On and on, blah, blah, blah, if you want to read it all go to "I've elected not to talk to or see my son....". Anyway, I got a call from him on Monday saying he is going to a treatment center in Wyoming on Saturday. We made plans to get together yesterday afternoon. Well, like people say,"if you want to make God laugh, make a plan." I went over to his house to meet him at 2 p.m. I knocked. No answer. Knocked again, the dog barked but no answer. Knocked a third time. More barking, but clearly nobody was home. I called him. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I got called in early to work. Can I call you at 4:30?" I said sure. I also said I could come to where he works (he's a bartender) but he said no. So I waited. 4:30 came and went. I called him at 5:10 and got his voice mail. At 5:45 I got a text saying he got tied up and would call later. (Why he didn't simply call is a mystery.) I called him, no answer. I sent a text saying I couldn't meet him later, that the next day (today) would be better. He called and said "something came up" and that's why we couldn't get together that afternoon. I asked what it was. He "something came up" again and wouldn't elaborate. So I said we could meet today. He said no because he was waiting for his mom to give him the plans for his trip on Saturday. We made plans for tomorrow at noon. Frankly, I'll believe it when I see it. In other words, nothing seems to have changed in the past two months. This kind of nonsense is what drove me up the wall in March. I'm glad he's going into a program, but I have the feeling he had little to do with the arrangement of any of this. I was hoping he'd set it up, get his own airplane ticket, and so on. It seems his mom is doing it all and he's just going on for the ride. I hope this works out, but I'm not going to hold my breath. Until it's self-motivated and the desire is from his own heart, it's just a walk through the funhouse. For my part, I'm fine. I'm not going to get sucked into his drama. I just shook my head, laughed, and went to join some friends last night for a music jam. Stay tuned, I'll let you know what happens/doesn't happen/ whatever (circle one) tomorrow.