Swinging from one extreme to another...
We have spent the very peaceful, quiet weekend quilting; Bear quilted a quilt top belonging to a colleague while I have been diligently cutting out the fabric/sewing 6" 4-squares for Emmie's Virginia Tech quilt. Good thing she doesn't read my journal!
Yesterday, I found a friend of mine that I used to be very close to and then life got in the way and we drifted apart. I found her on the internet -- I've looked for her for several years and voila, yesterday her information showed up! Oddly enough, her phone number was listed as well as her email address. I called the number -- she answered! I chickened out and hung up, then wrote her an email, admitting my chicken-ness of course. However, the email was returned. ACK! So, mustering up all my courage (which was a lot, since I have Social Anxiety), I called her again. This time I actually talked! We had a great conversation and talked nearly an hour.
About 15-30 minutes later, my son called and we talked for nearly an hour as well. I was exhausted, as I normally can only handle about 10 minutes of a phone call. I could have gone to bed then and slept the night, probably. Aaron is doing well.
I just now (while typing this) got a frantic phone call from Adie. The guy they are living with (in his house, in one room on the other side of the duplex) is showing psychosis and she is terrified. She is familiar with it because her brother had it when he was 19 and got diagnosed with schizophrenia/schizo-affective disorder. They are going to try to move back to their trailer, but they have no water or electricity. When you fall down into the financial hole, you keep falling and falling... it is a nightmare. I am scared for them. I don't know what to do to help them. We simply don't have the money-- we have money saved toward the ramp, but we cannot touch that, of course.
She was calling from a local gas station that let her use the phone, as her cell phone (which we pay for) doesn't get signal in the town where they are. I feel so helpless.
My heart is broken.
EDITED: I forgot to say that Adie told me that Sasha got a job at a telemarketing place. "It's a crappy job, but it IS a job and it pays $8 an hour," she said. Better than the two or three dollars an hour plus tips at Pizza Hut. She won't get paid for two weeks, but meanwhile, they have no electricity or water.
Yesterday, I found a friend of mine that I used to be very close to and then life got in the way and we drifted apart. I found her on the internet -- I've looked for her for several years and voila, yesterday her information showed up! Oddly enough, her phone number was listed as well as her email address. I called the number -- she answered! I chickened out and hung up, then wrote her an email, admitting my chicken-ness of course. However, the email was returned. ACK! So, mustering up all my courage (which was a lot, since I have Social Anxiety), I called her again. This time I actually talked! We had a great conversation and talked nearly an hour.
About 15-30 minutes later, my son called and we talked for nearly an hour as well. I was exhausted, as I normally can only handle about 10 minutes of a phone call. I could have gone to bed then and slept the night, probably. Aaron is doing well.
I just now (while typing this) got a frantic phone call from Adie. The guy they are living with (in his house, in one room on the other side of the duplex) is showing psychosis and she is terrified. She is familiar with it because her brother had it when he was 19 and got diagnosed with schizophrenia/schizo-affective disorder. They are going to try to move back to their trailer, but they have no water or electricity. When you fall down into the financial hole, you keep falling and falling... it is a nightmare. I am scared for them. I don't know what to do to help them. We simply don't have the money-- we have money saved toward the ramp, but we cannot touch that, of course.
She was calling from a local gas station that let her use the phone, as her cell phone (which we pay for) doesn't get signal in the town where they are. I feel so helpless.
My heart is broken.
EDITED: I forgot to say that Adie told me that Sasha got a job at a telemarketing place. "It's a crappy job, but it IS a job and it pays $8 an hour," she said. Better than the two or three dollars an hour plus tips at Pizza Hut. She won't get paid for two weeks, but meanwhile, they have no electricity or water.