Scribblings

Not Much Going On

It's been a pretty uneventful weekend so far.

Heidi brought home a copy of her award winning heart art for me. The original has to stay at Deborah Hospital. TB tried to take some pictures of it so we could show everyone online. It's a beautiful, striking drawing!

All the kids brought home terrific report cards; everyone got all As and Bs. We are so proud of them!

And Michele wrote that she'd like to try paralegal studies when she gets into college. She has a working plan to get her GED and then get into a local college and I think that's great! I think she'd be a terrific paralegal and we support her all the way. You go, Michele!

As for Linda, who knows? I haven't heard from her since a very brief phone call last week in which she evasively and pointedly avoided telling us where she is and when we can see Tomas. Her first excuse was that she had no transportation and when I offered to come over to visit, all of a sudden T still had pink eye. I don't believe it. She hasn't said much of anything that was true so I just don't trust her anymore.

That is what I meant by the first on the list of Unconscious Mutterings. When I saw the word 'detachment', my impulse was to say this is what I'm doing with Linda. I've thrown up a wall to shield myself from the pain inflicted by her lies, plots and evasions. She tells me T has pink eye. My impulse would be to make sure he'd been to a doctor, offer a ride, etc., but I tell myself: nope, she doesn't want me to see Tomas, that's why she's said that in the first place. So I just stuff the feelings or set them aside. She has to go to that court hearing thing in about 2 weeks and I won't let myself wonder what will happen to her. She obviously doesn't care, why should I waste my feelings worrying?

I have better things to do ... like plan Billy's big party! I think June 25th would be a great day, after graduation and hopefully a nice enough day to have an outdoor barbecue for him.

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