I know I worry about Teddie. When I shared with my sister Rita, she actually called Ted and listened to him for an hour. Now she sent him a check for a thousand dollars.
Yesterday he accepted a menial job at a donation center, checking donations from the trunks of cars that drive up. This is not what I want for my son. It's another hiding job, as he had in Arizona when he worked for a cleaners, sitting there taking in and giving back laundry.
I can't fix him and he won't go to therapy.
He has befriended three Italian fellows who live in his trailer park. And a few neighbors who are helping him fix his house.
I am going there next week. I thought I was going to help him sort out FEMA stuff, but now he will be working. Why am I going?
The NOKBOX I ordered has been delivered but not opened. It is my resolve to open it and fill each section with my records so that my next of kin will have access to everything when I am no longer able to show anyone where everything is.
Can I be supportive without being critical or controlling? The weather will be in the 70ies, which is soothing but I am okay here in NY . I bought myself a new longer down coat so the 20's were bearable for a short while, enough to get me to where I wanted to be.. and home again.
I have paperwork to do to get ready to have Joanne do my taxes. I need to have a tooth capped, I need to have my hearing aids recalibrated, I want to do these things in Arizona when I move my stuff out of storage and give most away ,but save some for Steve's house. I wrote an email to Linda and Steve but Linda is ignoring it so far. I am not doing well today. Maybe after my Jazz it up class I will feel better.
