Great to hear, Callaluna. Continued ~ma.
We may have a solution for the eldest. You know how when we were kids there was always the "cool" aunt and uncle, or neighbor; they were a zillion times more awesome than the parental units. Well, his aunt and uncle are super cool. Rastafarian with hair below their butts. Also super loving and responsible and are ready willing and able to take him in and guide him to a better path. They have a toddler, but he is really good with kids so that is fine. Not sure how he will deal with the vegetarian food. S is a wonderful cook. He makes all kinds of great island food, and natural fruit wines! He also has a strict meditation schedule and feels strongly that he can help him find his way.
It is a loving and safe place for him. S also has an extensive library and can discuss at length any subject, both of which will appeal to my son. The only thing I want to get is a time commitment from him. They are in Fort Lauderdale so it is too easy for him to walk a couple blocks to a bus line and be outta there.
Feeling more hopeful anyway.
See? Your loving heart and loving family will see him through.
Laura, that sounds really right. Sending positive vibes to the universe for that.
I hope he agrees to try it!
That sounds amazing, Laura. All best thoughts that it works for him. And deep gratitude for his aunt and uncle.
I kind of want to live with them! That does sound like a good situation, Laura. I hope the change does him some good and gets him to look around and figure out what's next (other than video games).
My black kitty Java is into kidney disease, and I've got to get ringers solution, drip lines, and syringes and start doing the subcutaneous fluids thing with him.
I did this with my sweet Josie for years. It got to be second nature for both of us, though I remember being freaked out a bit at first. I hope it's smooth sailing for you and Java!
Laura, that sounds like a great plan! I hope it does the trick.
Today is like a Monday. I thought I was running late. My pants had a rip in them framed out I'd tossed the other pair of black pants I have. I didn't. My car doordoors were frozen shut. That took time. Got to work discovered I'd read the schedule wrong and was a hhalf hour ealry.
Around 10:30 I felt pain. Huh I thought are those cramps? Yes yes they are. Now I keep spacing out and forgetting things and I have cramps and it's slow at work so this day is crawling along.
Blergh.
Laura, that sounds really positive and hopeful! Crossed fingers and -ma for your boyo!
I have lived in only one apartment in an old house in which the cats convinced me my creepy feelings about the basement were maybe right. It was...pervasive and hostile and just damned messed up. I went down there once to look for the pilot light, and after about 10 seconds said fuck it, and waited for the landlord the next day.
I don't know that I believe in ghosts or hostile spirits, etc., but I kinda do...if that makes sense. I DO believe in erring on the side of caution; I've seen too many skeptics die in horror movies, so I'm throwing salt and burning sage and then getting the hell out of Dodge if anything truly fucked up ever happens in a house I live in. NOPE NOPE NOPE. (And I won't play with Ouija boards. NOPE.)
