Well that’s not a “Nonny nonny boo boo!”; that’s more like a “Yippie kai oh!”
Yay!
Everyone in my life is saying “leave! Get out now!”, and I’m still feeling this terrible pressure to somehow make it work.
I can’t.
I can’t get Mom to make the right decisions or to follow through. I can’t get my half-siblings to offer help. I can’t do anything for anyone except myself.
And even then, I feel like I’m being pulled in half.
Hell, two of my best friends in the world have basically screamed “GET OUT!”
Mom supports me leaving. Mom supports me staying. Mom wants to place Dad today. Mom wants to wait it out a while longer. Mom wants to get things done on the house. Mom is terrified of spending any money.
I can recognize that she’s close to the end of her rope, and I see it, and there’s no help I can give her, because what I can give her is not what she wants, even if it’s what she needs.
Currently, I’m doing everything like I will be moving to Texas on May 1st - one last round of doctor’s appointments, getting the car maintenance done, getting the last of the dental work I need, and going in for new glasses.
As for the dog, I won’t be able to take her right away. I have no place to keep her, and I can’t impose on friends or family like that. But, as one friend has recommended, as soon as I get a place of my own and put the pet deposit down, I can come back for the dog.
I’m tired. My memory’s gone to shit because of the stress. I need to let my boss know what’s going on. I keep thinking that someone’s going to say “Hey, what about phouka? Is she okay? What do we need to do for her?” And then I realize that no one’s going to do that.
So, it does look like I’m going to lone wolf it, at least for a little while. I hope I’ll be able to be close with my mom afterwards.
I have friends. I do have friends, and that is as warm and comforting a thing as possible.
As one of Mom’s parish priests put it when I was making the same decision you’re making, “Thee Shalt Not Kill includes Thee Shalt Not Let Thine Relatives Drive You To Suicide.”
Met Eva Luna and Tom Scud last night 
The place where we had dinner was… ehr…
It’s a “tapas bar” (they’re not real tapas, they’re raciones) owned by an English couple; they get rave reviews, the menu is long and the food is good, but the service was the worst I’ve ever had, and I’m counting HS-party bars manned by the students and that 5-star hotel where my coworker’s burgers were late, burned and frozen. Le sigh.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 48 Amurrkin out so it did not get quite as chilly as predicted, with a predicted high of 73. Guess I am forced to pull out a long sleeved shirt today.
StickyBuns yay about the show and gettin’ stuff sold on consignment. Cthulhu forks for everybody!
Nava yay on meetin’ other dopers! Boo on bad restaurant.
{{{kanga}}} glad you’re focusin’ on what is best for you. Maybe this will help your mom to focus on what is best for your dad and her.
Hope everybody havin’ irk related problems get 'em resolved soon.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants brekkie. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
{{{kanga}}} Maybe you leaving will shock your mom out of her rut and inspire her to Do Something.
ETA: If you take the dog, it definitely will.
Blurf. I will be spending a good portion of the morning in general grumpiness.
I did write a nastygram to the mortgage company last night about the demand that I maintain the yard, and stuck it in the mail this morning, so I had my fun. We’ll see what the result is soon, I believe.
Yeah, it sure is easy for a lot of people to yell ‘get out’ when they are not you.
pouka, whatever you decide to do we will be here for you. No judgements. If you ready yourself to go then wait, that’s a wise start. As you have seen the possibility of your leaving got some things to happen that inertia wouldn’t normally allow.
Squeaky wheel and all that.
Just had a dream where I met the Dali Lama at the headquarters of the Maryland Lottery. Don’t suppose my luck & karma are on a collision course, eh?
No. Well one can hope.
It is afternoon and I still have the same blurf I had this morning.
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…it was also the second time my password expired. I think it is configured to expire after 90 hours instead of 90 days! 
:rolleyes:
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Oops. My bad. 
My mom has getting really really clingy since I found my apartment. It’s gotten old. Fast. She wasn’t this bad the last time I moved out. I’m trying to put up with it for a couple more days, but I snapped at her last night. Luckily dad was outside at the time so it didn’t get drawn out beyond that.
sigh
Aside from that, it looks like it’s going to rain this weekend. Or at least the weather reports are saying it might (I don’t think it will). So dad says I need to rent a truck, which is a good idea, but annoying. He already checked a bunch of places for trucks and they’re all gone. How about checking in the town I’m going to living Dad? ‘Oh, that’s a good idea.’ sigh Now we’ll just see if I can find one that has trucks available.
Blurf.
Howdy Y’all! Home from irk. Got a poke chop casserole in the oven. This one’s so easy. Boneless poke chops (or bone in if’n you like), peeled and sliced N.O.T. and onion, and a can of cream of mushroom soup. I know, I know. I could make a white sauce and saute some mushroom pieces but the cream o’ soup was easier. So There! 
Let it all bake at 325 Amurrkin 35-40 minutes. Peas and carrots will be the vegetative matter.
Other than that I got nuttin’.
Laterz!
I come bearing Night Audit Lady Update. I’ve been the one passing this along since Night Audit Lady Husband called at 7:15 this morning, so let’s keep the chain going!
In short, they think it might be lung cancer. She’s still not conscious and still on the ventilator.
In related news, I have tomorrow off. I have to work Saturday and Sunday, but I still have my Monday off plus I can hit up the license tag office first thing tomorrow since the line was out the door this afternoon. Speaking of lines out the door, I should really find out what was going on with 240 this afternoon.
Upon checking it seems that I shall have to wait until the 6:00 news. Somebody probably wrecked on Malfunction Junction again.
{{{{Spaz}}}}
While I’m in the mood, {{{{Harvey}}}}, {{{{Bunz}}}}, {{{{Shiney}}}}.
Rosie can guess what she’s getting… ;)
Would Swampy get a bear hug?
ETA: I just used my credit onion’s ‘deposit a check by scanning it’ option. That was slicker than greased cow snot…
Okay I give up, N.O.T. is taters of some sort, the meaning of the shorthand is?
For my culinary fun I have enjoyed playing with my new breadmaker, and I prepped a meatloaf which I will put in the oven when I get home tonight.
So I drive the mean streets of DC a lot - it’s my job, and I get to thinking of fun things to do to mess with the locals. My next project is to purchase some waterproof camera strobes, mount them under the hood of the car, and make it so I can trigger them to go flash! - flash! like the speed cameras do that populate the region. That way I can mess with all the speeders who go flying by me at night.
That and I’m going to pick up a Train Air Horn kit when I can afford to do so. Because I need to be amused.
Not Our Taters. A N. O. T. is a garden variety potato; Taters is a human.
BTW, I’m a railfan and model railroader. I have a friend of a friend that deals in air horns.
Bwahahaha! Glad to know you consider me human, **Bobbio! **
It sounded great until you put in the cream of nasty soup!
Dindin was nummy! Sometimes I am too lazy to make a white sauce so I’ll use a cream o’ soup. It’s how I roll.
giggity we also use N.O.T. because while we might be many things, we are not cannibals.
BBBobbio I am a giver and receiver of bear hugs. Best kind of hugs!