Beth has not talked to me for more than a week. However, I do know that she is still at the treatment center. At least she will not overdose or get beat up there. Her father just told me that she called him earlier leaving a message that was nearly unintelligible. He tried to call back but they had taken all the addicts out to a park.
Soooo, her dad still cares enough to call her, she is not talking to me and she is relativey safe. That is as good as it gets or as good as it has been in the last 8 years.
I watched the snow fall silentlly, beautifully catching a few flakes with my tongue like a child.
I am able to start my days slowly, easing into them with a cup of coffee and a review of correspondence.
Usually do not have to deal with people problems until 10 or 10 :30.
Most (not all) of my people problems at work are either easy to solve or not solvable but I know the ones that can't be solved by now and do not waste my time.
My youngest daughter enjoys my humor. She likes to spend time with her parents.
My son is realizing from being around his girlfriend's parents that we were not the strictest parents in the world. He realizes that we cut him a break or two.
My sisters and I are good friends. Had lunch with Laura today. It is a blessing to be friends with your sisters.
On Being Afraid
1 month ago