Powerless

When I have to depend on others to get things done, I feel powerless. It's taken forever to get my brother packed up and moved. If my truck had not been totaled in the accident, I'd have had Barry packed up ages ago and some of the boxes already moved. I'm thinking of calling One Stop Auto and asking them to come get the truck. If they can fix it they can tack the bill for repairs onto what I already pay each month. I miss my wheels. They were my independence.

If I could have hurried along the process of getting the paperwork done on Mom, I'd already have her things packed up and ready to go. I still see a lot of mania and some dementia. She really does need round the clock supervision. I don't know what's going to happen when I go back to school next week. At least my brother will be close by but I think she needs to wean herself away from him. I've talked to my neighbors about checking in on her. Hopefully one of them will take the request to heart.

In the mean time, I'm getting to know Dawn Luggart a lot better. She's been my ride to and from the inservices. I don't want to wear out my welcome with her. I'm going to have to find an alternative way. It's too hot to walk right now. My skills on my bike haven't improved. I think I should see what kind of a deal I can strike with the taxi.

Tomorrow I will have the priviledge of conducting a workshop for my fellow teachers. I'm a little nervous. I pray that it goes without a hitch. I don't know these people very well and I'm afraid my nuttiness will fall on deaf ears. I'm just going to pray and forge ahead.

Mikki is in deep trouble around here. The law was called on her Saturday and Monday night we learned more than we wanted to know about Mikki. It seems she is more disturbed than any of us realized. Her father and future step-mother came over for an intervention on Monday night. Barbara, our apartment manager, is giving her a month to straighten herself up or she will be evicted. I'm skeptical about the whole thing.

In the mean time, Barbara's behavior is a little disturbing at times. She's aggressive and overbearing at times. Sometimes I feel like I'm being consumed. And for some reason only known to herself, she's decided I'm her best ally. I'm not sure this is a good thing. At times she reminds me of Lois.

Last night I got to know the people who live in apartment #7 a little better. Steve actually sat down outside with me and talked for about an hour. His girlfriend Ann isn't as social. I told him about my brother because they look a lot alike. I suggested that maybe He and Ann could join my brother and I some night in a game of Trivil Pursuit. Steve is a trivia buff and actually speaks alot like my brother does. Barry may have a ready made friend awaiting him when he moves in.

The people in apartment #10 are really nice, too. Barbara wants us to host a baby shower for Shannon. I think that would be fun.