Life, creeping on, so they say, from day to day. Sometimes it feels like trying to ride a plow horse. Sometimes it feels like floating down the river on a blow-up raft, sun shining, tiny fishlings nipping at your trailing toes. Sometimes it's like those dreams that wake you up, scared and trying to scream, only you can't seem to make any noise.
Son and Son's lovely wife have jetted off to New Orleans, to eat a little meat and a lot of rice and beans. Ever since they became instant parents of teenagers, a month ago, they haven't been cooking meat at home because the boys have been raised to think extraordinarily irrational things about people who eat meat. The devil's spawn would be the least of it. My ex-DIL never saw the point of live and let live. I think they invented the Rapture for people like her but she's not Christian. Not yet, anyway. The imminence of Rapture 2 may change her belief system. Getting to hang out with all that righteousness, uh huh!
Perhaps you are wondering, if you've been following this saga, whether she's in rehab yet. Best guess? No would be the one right answer. Her life is so complicated - apparently - that she can't even schedule a supervised visit and refrain from rescheduling several times. And then, when the visit finally occurs, she doesn't have much tolerance for it and ends it an hour early.
I guess she'll self-destruct but it sure is hard to watch her continue to sabotage the kids.
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