Autumn used to be my favorite season of them all. Sorry for the hot summer you had. We had the hottest summer, too, last year, in Florida. I know about the hot steering wheel problem, too, even though my car is in the garage most of the time. Glad you're having a better time now, at least.
That choice you made to stay with this man must have been so difficult for you. Your experience sounds horrific. I only hope he was brought to justice at some time, but I know the law means nothing to men like like him. But you did it for your children and that’s what mothers do isn’t it?
Thank you for your reassurance Re the surgery.
I stayed in an abusive marriage because I knew I would be there when my children were home. I did everything in my power to assure their safety until they finished school. It's wiser to know where the devil is than not. I was reminded of that very soon after our divorce. He took the hinges off my home. He flattened my tires, he followed me when I was at work ( I drove school bus). I had to get a restraining order and security cameras on my home. He shot them out, I wasn't safe until I finally moved away.
The surgery, you know will be challenging and what the other result was, so in my mind, the real decision is be inconvenienced now or later. I know the older our bodies get the harder it is to heal, Anyway, if it was me I would get it done. I believe with all my heart, you got this.
Our writing group has tackled short stories together but never a novel. The stories have taken some interesting twists and turns.
Your firemen could actually love fires too much, like a secret arsonist attracted to the flame. It doesn't mean he/she actually started the blaze but could add tension wondering if.
Sounds like a lot of fun and definitely feels like Segal pegged it.
Your Morton Bay tree sounds divine. I agree with you, trees offer so many bonuses to our existence.
My home in Maine was surrounded by Eastern Pines, so they hold special memories for me. I loved reading in a lawn chair under them on a summer's day while my children played. My sons used to take their tonka trucks and push the needles around. My daughter didn't like smell like the boys and I did.
At my grandparent's house there was a huge weeping willow that I used to curl up with a book on the benches they had placed there to sit during the hot summer days.
Ahh, I remember playing marbles with the neighborhood boys, actually more like I donated marbles to their collections. I wasn't good at marbles. I think probably because I was so hyper, that sitting still long enough to really aim a marble took a lot.
I played basketball and football with these same boys and I definitely held my own. Their size gave them an advantage in football but not in basketball.
Very well thought out response to the prompt. I agree with you both that protestors take liberties regardless of who they hurt to meet their agenda. I've seen so many protests in Maine and In Pennsylvania that involved police intervention because the protestors refused to cooperate. It's a ridiculous waste of time.
It’s three am. I can’t sleep. We’ve spent all day trying to locate our mentally ill daughter. She’s in Cairns FarNorth Queensland somewhere. She left rehab with just the clothes she was wearing, didn’t take her medication with her and nothing else. We informed the Cairns police and they have been trying to find her, I’m not sure how hard they tried because we’ve located her in the ER at the hospital. She won’t speak to us but apparently has no idea how she got there. We’ve begged the hospital to hold on to her until we can get a psychiatric team to assess her. This is impossible from 4000 kilometres away. We don’t even know if she’s imjured. We have no jurisdiction over her at her age. Waiting until morning to all the hospital again.
I’m upset, frustrated and angry. Our daughter in rehab has just told us she is sick of being treated like a child and because she refused to be breathalysed she has been asked to leave rehab after three weeks into a twelve week programme. She has no money, is four thousand kilometres away from us and knows no one there. We asked her what her plans were. Where is she going when she leaves there? She just said “I’m blocking your phone number, you’re not helping.”
I’ve blocked her number.
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