Guess what?
Dec. 14th, 2010 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenMy son up in Oregon can't come home. *cries*
Seems that money he was hoping he could spend on a train ticket is needed elsewhere, for something that is currently in his name only so that it's difficult to just sign responsibility over to the soon-to-be-ex. I guess I'll have to get a care package put together for him with his New Year's gifts and other goodies from home that I was hoping to hand him in person. He walked away from living with a toxic MiL (who did her darnedest to isolate him, cut him off from his family down here, tore us down and tried to convince him we were "horrible people" and "not worth it" - especially when I took in my brother and tried to keep him from committing suicide [yea, I haven't figured that one out either.]) And when he walked, he left with a small collection of his clothes, his pocket PC and his art supplies - and that was it. He left everything - absolutely everything else behind.
Thank the Universe that he works for Goodwill Industries!! Now that he's renting a room with a family he knows, he has somewhere to buy the basic necessities of life. But he still needs gloves and a few other things to keep him warm in the winter up there - and it would be psychologically supportive for our "New Year's Gerbil" to visit him on or about the right time.
This will be the first New Year's that I won't have all my family (husband and all my kids) here - and it will be a little bitter-sweet. The first New Year's without my parents being here was hard too - and now our little family of seven is down to only four.
I must say, however, that I've spoken with Squeek more often in the last month, since he got the heck outta the house with the toxic "Smother-in-law", than I have in the five months he's been in Oregon before then. I'm slowly hearing his sense of humor return - he laughs more, and it's a happier laugh - and he's starting to get his feet under him. It's taking him longer to grow up than it did my daughter - but then, girls grow up and mature earlier as a rule anyway - but there are signs of maturity slowly starting to show their heads too. All in all, even though it was a rough path to tread, his moving so far away has forced him to grow up at last, and it's a good thing.
On a happier note, Súl tells me that her trip to Las Vegas in March has been cancelled - but that she's still "booked" out that time. Sooooooo... We may just make the Arizona Renaissance Faire after all - and in the company of the really cool folks she works with!! *Aeärwen does happy dance* What I have to figure out now is how and/or whether I can rent a "scooter" chair to make it easier on knees that barely allow me to walk around the house now - and how to get it to&from the Faire. As it is now, there is no way I could "walk" the Faire. These are arrangements I'll need to figure out, too, in case my knees are still bad by the time ALEP2 comes around.
On a final note, I took the following picture last night of the poinsettia just outside my back door. The silly thing, if the canes were standing upright rather than drooping with the weight of the blossoms, would be seven or eight feet tall. This picture was taken of blossoms right at about eye level. This is my MidWinter/Solstice/Christmas/Hannukkah/Kwanza/New Year's gift to all my friends in here. May the Universe look kindly upon you all, and grant you a better year to come.
Until next time...
Seems that money he was hoping he could spend on a train ticket is needed elsewhere, for something that is currently in his name only so that it's difficult to just sign responsibility over to the soon-to-be-ex. I guess I'll have to get a care package put together for him with his New Year's gifts and other goodies from home that I was hoping to hand him in person. He walked away from living with a toxic MiL (who did her darnedest to isolate him, cut him off from his family down here, tore us down and tried to convince him we were "horrible people" and "not worth it" - especially when I took in my brother and tried to keep him from committing suicide [yea, I haven't figured that one out either.]) And when he walked, he left with a small collection of his clothes, his pocket PC and his art supplies - and that was it. He left everything - absolutely everything else behind.
Thank the Universe that he works for Goodwill Industries!! Now that he's renting a room with a family he knows, he has somewhere to buy the basic necessities of life. But he still needs gloves and a few other things to keep him warm in the winter up there - and it would be psychologically supportive for our "New Year's Gerbil" to visit him on or about the right time.
This will be the first New Year's that I won't have all my family (husband and all my kids) here - and it will be a little bitter-sweet. The first New Year's without my parents being here was hard too - and now our little family of seven is down to only four.
I must say, however, that I've spoken with Squeek more often in the last month, since he got the heck outta the house with the toxic "Smother-in-law", than I have in the five months he's been in Oregon before then. I'm slowly hearing his sense of humor return - he laughs more, and it's a happier laugh - and he's starting to get his feet under him. It's taking him longer to grow up than it did my daughter - but then, girls grow up and mature earlier as a rule anyway - but there are signs of maturity slowly starting to show their heads too. All in all, even though it was a rough path to tread, his moving so far away has forced him to grow up at last, and it's a good thing.
On a happier note, Súl tells me that her trip to Las Vegas in March has been cancelled - but that she's still "booked" out that time. Sooooooo... We may just make the Arizona Renaissance Faire after all - and in the company of the really cool folks she works with!! *Aeärwen does happy dance* What I have to figure out now is how and/or whether I can rent a "scooter" chair to make it easier on knees that barely allow me to walk around the house now - and how to get it to&from the Faire. As it is now, there is no way I could "walk" the Faire. These are arrangements I'll need to figure out, too, in case my knees are still bad by the time ALEP2 comes around.
On a final note, I took the following picture last night of the poinsettia just outside my back door. The silly thing, if the canes were standing upright rather than drooping with the weight of the blossoms, would be seven or eight feet tall. This picture was taken of blossoms right at about eye level. This is my MidWinter/Solstice/Christmas/Hannukkah/Kwanza/New Year's gift to all my friends in here. May the Universe look kindly upon you all, and grant you a better year to come.
Until next time...
