Happy New Year. That rings a bit hollow, even though I try as hard as I can to be enthusiastic and optimistic; it is a gong instead of a ring. Where is the happy part?
After we were settled in bed for the night on the 30th, the phone rang and He Who Must Be Obeyed spent the night rearranging his plans and by morning he was preparing to leave for the Black Hills. This morning before 6:00 he left with a kiss and a "be careful on the ice."
He is once again attempting to rescue bi-polar R from her fears and habits. But not before he sent his 51 year old niece,once a legal dependant, a sizeable money order, and paid half of 28 year old A's mortgage and a share of her monthly expenses. Is it taking care of business? Being compassionate and generous? God only knows. I have no say in any of it...but then, never have had. Holy Fool comes to mind.
The wind chill was -6' when he left. At least he has a butt warmer in the pick up.
Happy New Year...Happy Humbug.
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