Holy Moly

Well, since I blogged last I've been to Louisville with my entire family to carry out an intervention that did not need to be done. We learned that fact only at midnight, and having upset everyone in a five mile radius. We thought a family member was in jeopardy, she was not. Not only was she not in jeopardy, she had been telling us tall tales.

So there was a huge emotional outburst in the Waffle House where one of the supposed "bad guys" works, by my Niece, whom I tried to calm down, but her screamed threats o' death if the man hurt her sister, nearly got the police called on us.

Now, by nature, I am an empath. If you feel it, chances are I feel it too. In fact, walking into a room that is divided over some question is about enough to send me to bed. Time has taught me not to be a sissy about such things, but this outburst related to family issues, so I had a good cry in the Waffle House, followed by crying as I drove all the way back to Bardstown in the middle of the night.

The next morning I saw someone had called late at night, and hoped it was the missing niece telling us to chill out. No, it had been the niece, niece A, who flipped out in the Waffle House calling from the police station where she was in the process of swearing out a Mentally Incompetency Warrant on her sister. That just depressed the living hell out of me, because we'd met both the supposed "bad people" a man and his wife who are simple people and took my niece in out of kindness.

A warrant meant their house would be invaded and my niece would be dragged down to University Hospital, and ill will between her and her sisters would reign for the next several generations. So all day I'm sad about that until the other niece, niece B, called to tell us that the police refused the warrant because niece C had not threatened suicide in the last 24 hours.
Joy! What joy that was. Of course, I'd told both niece A and B that niece C was in the habit of saying such things for dramatic effect. They ignored me. The fact that niece C had lived with us for seven years seemed to have rolled out of their consciousness. Anyway, I was happy.

It's then almost bed time on Friday night and a long time, well loved friend, calls. He wants to come down and smoke Crack Cocaine in my house, so he can have a safe place. Part of me wanted to say, yes, because he is my friend and I can ignore it. But another part of me said, "Hell no." So after a conversation that tore my heart out, I told him basically that as along as crack cocaine was in his life, I was not.

Two nights in a row my life is in hell. Then Saturday morning I have to get up, and face writing the reflection on the rule. Then Sunday was my local Lay Cistercian meeting at Gethsemani Abbey, which I love.

All of this has to be piled on the ongoing nightmare that is Countrywide Mortgage, and our efforts to get away from those lying, cheating scum, and move our mortgage to a local bank.

So, that's why I've been silent. What's up in ya'lls life, eh?