I was not expecting this
I actually have two things to share today. I was expecting neither of them.
The first, has got to be the funniest thing of the week. We were once told a story about two chicken farmers named Ned and Ted and they talked all funny. The story came with an impersonation, which really made the story. Here, I give you Ned the chicken farmer …
The second, is an email from my mother. She apparently talked to my sister. Here’s what she had to say about it …
She called balling her eyes out, saying she didn’t have any shoes and they were going to transport her to Lakeview.
She was almost incoherent but I figured out most of what she said. She complained that the “low-life” (my words) [Name] (from whom she is renting a room) wouldn’t bring any shoes to her and she said she wouldn’t tell me what he had to say about me! Now, this man helps to run an “escort service” which [Sister's Name] was involved in a few weeks back and I’m supposed to be concerned about what he thinks of me? Anyway, [Sister's Name] finally told me he said I didn’t care about her (I’m sure, if he said that, it wasn’t in the way I just described!). I reminded [Sister's Name] that she had been telling me for several weeks that she needed to be admitted to Lakeview to get herself/medications back on track. She didn’t do it and has landed herself in this predicament. In the past, I would have been on the road with shoes, coat, etc and spent my afternoon/evening being mommy. I truthfully told her I had very little gas and no money in my purse-dad is going to put gas in our car on our way to Heidi’s conformation class this evening. I told her to ask the staff at The Pavillion to give her two pair of footies so her feet will be protected a little bit. She said because she tried to commit suicide yesterday, the police were called and they “lost” her ID and Soc Sec card. I can’t tell you how many times I have taken her to DMV for license or ID’s she has lost in the past. When I talk to her, now, I don’t feel anything any more-especially in the way of trying to clean up her mess. I have seen her near death so many times, I have finally resigned myself to the fact that she may not outlive me and I’ll recover if that happens. I will not give up the life dad and I have worked so hard to attain. Dad is doing so well and the two of us are doing well together, also. Bottom line, I’ll be hearing from her tomorrow for sure but I’m not going to go running over there-she needs professionals and that’s not me. My brother told me one time, she doesn’t need a mother, she needs a prison warden. She needs to be in a psyche facility, tho, for a very long time but doesn’t seem that will ever happen. Now, I’m going to put it out of my mind and go on with my day. Thanks for letting me vent. Mom
My life is almost always giving me good and bad together. I don’t mind that, except it seems there’s always bad things happening. Although, there is always good things happening, too.
