At this very moment, my social worker gem of a daughter is at her daddy's bedside ready to demand answers on why the hell, in his high risk condition, our state insurance won't cover his treatment. He has several co-morbidities including obesity and COPD. He has managed to make his way, God willing, through six years of sobriety after losing everything that mattered to meth and crack addictions. He has done it the hard way in a take-no-prisoners group setting where the old timers understand that sometimes it takes awhile. Nobody ever stays, except the ones who are truly committed for their own sanity. I have to applaude him for that and for his big love for BG. He was my husband for a long long time and I respect what he has become. I will always love him too which I count as a big blessing. So many people are so angry with their exes.
Don't tell anybody, but I had time to put on a base coat of nail polish at the sawmill today. You know...the quick dry kind. Great lighting up in there :) As usual, it's about like Days of Our Lives which gets kind of old sometimes. I've spent thirty years trying my best to love people who push every last button I've got when it comes to spirituality and ethics. My battles are chosen very carefully now because it's not about who's right. It's about how it all works out in the end where Big Ernie makes a move and says "Surprise!"
We're on the downhill slide with this heatwave if you look at the glass as halfway to September. Which I most certainly do. Peace and love kids.