people who do or do not seize life by the fleshy bits

I took my son to Seward Park yesterday because I'd promised to do that over the weekend, but we'd been delayed by his mother getting a sudden big break w.r.t. work. On the way there I asked him when he was supposed to take his driver's test. He said his mother, who'd agreed to schedule it after he'd taken care of his community college orientation, hadn't done so. He blamed her, he said.
"Why don't you remind her?" I asked, or something like that.
"It's her fault. She should do it."
I went on to remind him of the many, many times his mother & I had reminded him to do things. Good grief, it happens at least as often as an observant Muslim faces Mecca.
The Wendling's worrisome tendency not to accept responsibility for his own life has yet to go away. He's still n going on n-2 years old, and the time when he can get away with that is running out.

Weirdest shopping trip ever: buying picnic dinner at the Seward Park PCC the night before it's to shut down and move to Columbia City, a mile or so away. The place looked like an old photo of Soviet stores, but the service was much better.

We ate - my son insisted on finding a picnic table, and I called him a princess for not being willing to sit on the grass - and watched the lovely sunset behind the city and walked by Lake Washington. My son has inherited my fast walking, up the hilly trail at Seward Park, and then around his 'hood in Kirkland with Bigpuppy. He says he walks faster when he's daydreaming, and since he had no ADD meds today (or as we say "no pills in him"),

Lunch with Taller Woman today. She drove all the way out here from the east side for me, for which she gets brownie points. She's

1. not obviously a psycho killer
2. a friend of Allena Gabosch, which is a good recommendation
3. fun and has a good attitude, which was vital for her eight-month fight with cancer.

We've determined that our divorced-parent schedules match up, so there will be further developments in a small number of weeks. I'm having to relearn how to date women I haven't seen naked. It feels weird now.

Nun becomes statistic by proxy.

I just saw on my Twitter feed that Seattle police arrested a trans basher yesterday.

What freaks me out is that the location of the attack is somewhere I've been dozens of times. That (small) park is where the trans Pride rally is every year. Goths used to have picnics there. The buses from downtown to Lambert House go right past it, up streets that have been the scenes of other recent queer bashings. The victim could easily have been me.

Yes, it's good that SPD got their man, but now I have to wonder. How many more of this guy are out there? Is the number on the Hill increasing or decreasing? Should I walk alone in that area, ever? Who is that motherfucker, where does he live, and what is his problem? How do we stop them?

I wonder if the victim has anyone she can depend on to comfort her, or anyone who's depending on her.