You know what they say about the grass being greener on the other side? Don't believe it! It's not greener. It's just another shade of green.

I've spent several days with the little family of three that has adopted me. Each of them has some form of mental retardation. Each of them has a different talent or gift. Separately they are very easy to tolerate. Together- well, let's just say, "three's a crowd." They try to talk over each other. They vie for the attention of the person they are with. Each talking at the same time or they finish the sentence of the other. It's chaos and insanity. I used to live in that. But Barry was more of a loner and went to his room when it got to be too much. Mom also preferred serenity of a sort. So, I'm beginning to see that my family wasn't so bad after all. We were an insane bunch, a nutty bunch, but we were okay.