So sister’s son says they are about to be kicked out of their apartment. AGAIN!?! Third complex in two years. Know for a fact that sister has given them thousands of dollars in the last three years that she—or I—didn’t have to spare. I offered her my mortgage money this time to keep her from having to hit up a finance company, and her fiancé is giving it back in a few days. If up to me, nephew and wife would sleep in their car, but sister gets so upset. Nephew is kind of slow and I think she believes it to be her fault and that she has to make up for it…sigh…Who am I to tell her what to feel about her child? It is just that the consequences are frustrating to me. Have never said anything before to either nephew or his wife, but this time he had to take me to get the money and I told him it was the very last time I was ever helping sister help him out. He keeps insisting he didn’t ask for the money, that he never asks for money. Well, when you tell someone 16 times, “Oh, gosh, I don’t know what we are going to do…,” that you are being evicted or the car is being repossessed or you don’t have gas or whatever, and that person gives you money, even you can figure out what will happen the 17th time. GRRRRRR. He said wasn’t his fault what his wife did and it was his mother’s choice to give him money and HE DIDN’T ASK FOR IT! Boy, did he ever get mad when I said the mess is his responsibility, too, because it had happened before and he should have started following up with his wife to see where their money was going to make sure it didn't happen any more. That he was 33 years old and it was time to let his mother stop carrying him on her back, that he was bloodsucking from her. Yowzah, he started telling me he didn’t care what anyone thought and to GET OUT OF HIS CAR, and blah, blah, blah. Took a perverse--and admittedly juvenile--pleasure in very pleasantly saying, “When I’m ready” every time he insisted. Made him go through that 12 times and waited until he finally stopped yelling before I said, still pleasantly, “Now I’m ready to get out.” Okay, so if I had kept my mouth shut and all, and hadn't acted like a 13-year-old with the, "Nyah, Nyah, can't make me," I wouldn't feel like a...but I do. not. regret. one single second. {{blowing raspberry here}} Yeah, you just go on wit’cher bad self, now, Bubba. Go grow up and take care of your own business. Not that it will happen, but I can hope…
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Two New Day. Iris check finally went through the account a month after I mailed it in, so it actually feels as if I have an order placed. YEA! First time I have ever spent so much on just two flowers and I had to budget carefully to get them, but they are soooo gorgeous, the effort was worth it, I think. Sprayed Roundup Concentrate on some small stuff that needs to go away to see how it works before I tackle the huge tree sapling removal project. Will move the Dutch Iris to a new home then, too. They have done well enough in that spot for several years, but I think will do better with more sunshine and such. Already started on rehoming some of the Bearded Iris in that section, and the rest have been allocated out for shipping soon.
Sister is angry that I upset her son, but she isn’t saying anything and I can live with that for now. Won’t play doormat like she does. These kids need enforced boundaries and not allowing them to find their own solutions is crippling them, in my opinion. And she gets so defensive that we cannot discuss it. I am certain something to do with ‘her’ kids is going to come along that makes her angry enough to up and move out. I try very hard to be careful with what I say to them and how I say it, but sooner or later I will blow up at HER because I have begun to feel as if I have no rights in my own house. Hoping I’m wrong…
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New day. So, the local detention center is pretty clean and modern looking. Glass barriers, phones on the wall, molded aluminum chairs…the works. And how do I know this? Shorty has beastly bad judgment in picking her friends and it has now bitten her in her fundament. Aggravated Robbery of an Individual with a Deadly Weapon. She and baby spent the night with some friends, next morning dropped baby off at daycare, skipped school, went with these friends to rent a motel room to party, says the two other girls left with two guys, and, when they came back the police were just a few minutes behind them. Everyone was arrested for robbing someone for beer. Huh? Wait a minute. Beer? Robbed someone with a deadly weapon for BEER?!? What the…well, crap, then, just crap…sigh. Not one, not a single soul spoke up and said she wasn’t involved. Hard lesson there about ‘friends,’ chickie. We don’t have the money for bail, nothing to hock or sell because we already sold it all to keep the house (plus we already gave at the nephew office), and there is no one from whom we can borrow that kind of cash. She gets to sit for awhile. I am hopeful she actually is innocent and charges will be dropped…after she has had a good long while to think, first, though. And I can only hope THAT works.
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New day. Went to friend’s to photograph some plants and flowers she is selling. Picked up two Sapphire Indigo Clematis, a Strawberry Seduction Achillea, and an Obi Wan Kenobi Iris. Don’t really care for the flower on it, but who could pass up an Iris with that name! The clematis will do great in containers or as a groundcover and I am excited about them!
Black hollyhock has buds. Thank you, Margaret!
Shorty was transferred to the county jail, had an arraignment, and bail was increased 150%. Say what? Hmm, truth will out eventually, won’t it. She has a lawyer assigned now, so maybe sister and I can get some factual information. Sister going to visit her Sunday. Girl-child has been with her paternal grandparents and is coming back here Sunday night. Shorty’s backpack with her ID, the baby’s Medicaid card, and daycare card is still at the motel and they won’t release even the daycare card unless sister has a written letter from the person who rented the room saying it is okay. Well, we’re screwed. But, since daycare was state subsidized while Shorty was in school and she will no longer BE in school, we lose that service, anyway, and I will be taking care of the baby. Going to be a test. I don’t LIKE that child and will have to be very careful to not communicate it to her. Not her fault she is mouthy, temperamental, and loud. Or that her great-grandaunt is mouthy, judgmental, and likes quiet. I am hopeful that I can teach her better manners, and that she can teach me to have more patience with her.
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New day. Sister is supposed to bring Blondy here so she can ‘talk’ to me about boy-child. She has been toning down the partying and I am sure she wants boy-child back full-time. As long as she continues to live in a safe environment and continues to keep her more loathsome activities--like leaving the baby sleeping while she goes out to engage in those activities--at a dead stop, I will sit back and let her have him. Happy to keep him a day or two a week so she CAN go be young and have some fun, as long as she sticks by the rules. Ya gotta communicate, ya gotta do what you say you are going to do, and, if your Nana says she will watch the baby if you come back by a certain time, ya gotta do that. She had boy-child with her for a couple of days, had sister and her fiancé watching baby until after work that Friday night, was supposed to come straight back from work, but didn’t show up until 7:00 the next morning, didn’t let them know, and Facebook-posted about her drinking night out. THAT is what will get the baby taken from her—by me. Going to ask if she has let daddy candidate #4 know he might have a kid and get THAT DNA taken…#4…sheesh. I know life is not all peaches and pizzas, and that she has emotional problems, but c’mon. Really? Four?
Lemon Fizz Rose has blooms and they are sure pretty. I like Kordes roses. Should have cut the Gizmos back much further, they both look too lanky and don’t have foliage toward the bottom. Wonder if I cut them way back now, if they will flush out again all nice. Hmm, might try it anyway, they are pretty tough. And, after all, I do have those nifty-cool bionic rose gauntlet gloves. {{whistling}} Having a lot of fun with the blooming Iris this year. New stuff and surprises with beauty, pretty, and lovely all over the yard. And not so nice surprises in that two of the Iris I was counting on haven’t bloomed at all. I think I found two developing stalks, but might just be wishful thinking. I am becoming more interested in planting Iris. Named ones, though. Learned a lesson with the daylilies that I want to know what they are, no matter how pretty they might be! Last year, had first daylily scapes in mid-May. Don’t see anything coming yet. Be interesting to see if the unusually cold winter we had slows that down any. Because that might mean the temps stay cooler than normal and we won’t jump right into the furnace like we have the last few years. I sure can hope so, anyway.
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