For the past two weeks, I've been mom to not only Zman, but his mother, too.*
So... Does this make me a grandmother? ;)
The experience has actually been a rather positive one, though the underlying stress does take its toll.
Today, Paul, with his preternatural gift of gab, got her several hundred dollars worth of meds and an federally- (or state-, maybe?) funded apartment, available at the end of the month.
What a long strange trip it's been already. And miles to go before we rest.
In other news, I just bought plane tickets to go to my high school reunion!
I absolutely detested high school, and feel fat and old and unaccomplished. So let's go!
I guess this is a year of healing. Perhaps it's best to allow old wounds to open to air.
I think I'll cut off all my hair**
So... how YOU doin'?
~Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough.***~
* She's homeless, suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, and has been living in the woods of Georgia (literally, living in the woods). She's also an extremely sweet and gentle person, when her condition is kept under control.
** I only wish it were long enough for Locks of Love. Alas, it may be an inch or three too short.
*** Heck, I'll even hug your hallucinations, if they're open to the experience!
**** I've been cooking a lot. It brings me joy. Both of my cheesecakes have come out with a big crack in the shape of a perfect K. I told Z it was cracked because it couldn't hold all the love that was in it. "The 'K' is for 'Love-chka'"