Deja vu all over again - or maybe not...
Folks who have been reading my blog for a couple of years will remember when I helped my brother from Arizona through a very tough spot in his life surrounding the loss of his house to an underwater mortgage and inability to find gainful employment. It came close to suicide once, which was damned scary, but I thought we'd managed to squeak by relatively unscathed.
Apparantly not so much...
Got a rather frantic call from sister-in-law, telling me my brother was "acting crazy again". *long, deep sigh* So I started to call. Mind, I'm sitting here on the Central Coast of California, some 600 miles or so from the Valley of the Sun in Arizona - utterly useless in a practical sense. All I can do is phone and hope he'd pick up before doing something stupid. S-i-L called about 9AM, and I start my calls every 20 min to 1/2 hour after that.
No idea what to do. S-i-L says she doesn't think he has his phone with him. Great. What the Hell did she want me to keep calling him for, in that case?? Then I start to think that maybe Bro had finally had it with her and was in his car, driving back to California (and it's illegal to talk on cell phones & drive over here.) I decide all I can do is call every once in a while and otherwise just sit it out until we know for sure one way or the other. I quite frankly have too much on my plate to drop everything and drive to Arizona; I quite frankly don't have the financial wherewithal to ship Bro a round-trip airplane ticket.
Damn.
Finally, finally, FINALLY I get a text message from my brother, claiming he has a migraine, that it's getting worse, and that he's gonna try to sleep through the worst of it.
So here I sit this morning, not having heard from either S-i-L OR Bro since the text message. Fully aware of the connotations (ie. to "assume" is to make an "ass" of "u" and "me") I decide to assume that "No news is good news" and that S-i-L isn't frantic about Bro anymore. He said he was home, I'll assume that he was, and S-i-L found him there when she got home herself. I'll assume that the little dweeb will call me today sometime so we can talk about why S-i-L would think that he's "acting crazy" again.
I so seriously do NOT need this right now!!! *big frowny face*