Update: We have an option we will present to DD2 when I pick her up from detox tomorrow. She has no idea where she will go for the two weeks or so that she has to make early morning phone calls to try to get a bed in residential treatment.
She wants to come home. No way, I say.
If she accepts the option that sort of landed in our laps, great! She will have a place to make her calls and sleep. If she agrees, when I drop her at Probation, she will have her appointment with her and give her the information. We will proceed to the first treatment intake appointment which is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and then to the place that was offered to her. If she does not accept the option, or if she has not located a place on her own by that time, I will leave her at the Villa for that appointment as planned. I'll just go home! She has a cell phone, and she can start calling for other places to stay from their front porch. 'Tis up to her.
Coming home is not being offered. (Subject to DH changing his mind, etc. Sigh.)
I will show support, and love, encourage her, and leave and let go. It is up to her. She is mourning her perceived loss of Boyfriend, whom I do not for one moment think is going to remain lost to her. That’s up to her too.
I’m going to come home tomorrow evening and go to my sewing room. I sewed the blocks you see below last night. The big one is a 10-1/2 inch square, the little ones are 5-1/2 inches square. After they are sewn into a finished quilt, they will be 10 inches and 5 inches finished.
The 5 inch ones are challenging - almost 30 pieces in 5 inches square.
(click to embiggen but don't look too closely at the stitching!)
DH and I are a bit alike with stress. He cleans. Every time he’s gotten fired, he’s cleaned out the garage. A clean garage now makes me nervous!
Funny story: he never tells me he’s fired. He tapes down the light bulb in the fridge so it won’t turn on, symbolic of our sudden need to be even more frugal. I open the door and Ooops! I know exactly what’s happened. I also know where to look for him for details. I head to the garage!
I don’t mean to make it sound like he gets fired regularly, but after 30 years, the four or so jobs that have ended for him in that fashion have created a silly bit of tradition for us. The tradition has spread from him – when our oldest got laid off last year, it was the first thing she did when she got home with her box of desk supplies and personal belongings! We laughed! In the face of what should have devastated her! She was grinning from ear to ear – she felt like a REAL grownup cos she had been through something like her dad, and she could carry on the goofy tradition! Apparently when my “son” got laid off two weeks ago – he did it at his house!
I sew for a hobby, and I’m passionate about quilting. But when stressed, I sew for peace. I think it is the measuring, cutting, fitting, pressing, and the precision along the way that calms my mind!
I'm staying focused on our blessings today!