Hi! Don't answer till Monday if you prefer.
We have to be up super-early to get Mom to her bankruptcy court hearing, and go through the security check and all that stuff at th ecourthouse, and we stilll aren't sure the judge will okay her bankruptcy (despite fact she has total income of $1600 a month pre-tax, and half that goes to her rent!)... So... Much anxiety. And we need to be up bright early etc., so I figured I'd do a cehck-in now.
So I saved a skink.
LilMiss was trying to play with it.
I don't like that. I mean, kill and eat, okay, that's nature, but she's just bored. She has toys, and she can come on my porch and play with them. I was asked to stop playing with her outside, actively, b/c she was detaching from her owners and they weren't happy.
So she's bored and needs something to do, and they cut all the sidewalk-bordering boxwoods down to 18 inches high, from 4 feet, so there's no birds or anything for her to watch and... Well, skink. (Also, the boxwoods look all dead, just leafless bits sticking up from ground, way cut back too much IMO.)
I went outside, in the hot sun on the hot brick sidewalk, and LilMiss ran, expecting a scolding. I told her "Good girl" for dropping Mr. Skink. Then I got two twigs to wrangle Mr. Skink to the holly bush by the house. Leaf litter, damp, safe from cats.
Spice and Shadow showed up. After all, I'm outside! Petting! Oh boy!
I swear to y'all, that skink looked at me, tailless as he now was (Lil Miss, ew), and that look said, "You borught MORE cats?! The hell, lady!"
Well, I got cat-bumped, dropped him (a whole two inches) and he burrowed so deep into the grass and clover and such that I figured he was okay. I dropped a bit of water around him, covered that patch of yard with a few leaves and such against sun, and then wondered, "OK, Shadow doesn't hunt, and Spice wants in her house so she's now meowing *more* at their door....Where's Lil Miss Killer?"
On my porch, awaiting her treat for being a good girl for not killing the skink.
jSo I came inside, decided to write that down while I still believed it, b/c what the *hell*!?.... and now am off to counsel Mom that 1. she won't be homeless and 2. she has no assets to seize so even if her petition is denied, they can't take anything, b/c she has nothing they can take (total value of her personal items barely hits $1500, and that's her clothes and towels and stuff)... But she's freaking, and when she realizes that we have to take off our shoes on our way into th ecourthouse? OMG. Meltdown ahoy. It's like airport security, apparently. Oh good. Mom needs half an hour to put on her shoes as it is, with her limitations, and yours truly will be Personal Legal and Medical Aide tomorrow...
Oh, and theo riginal attorney is on vacay so some guy we never met is handling it. Oh goody! *headdesk*
Oh, did I mention I hate going into strange places full of strange people, some of them armed and / or scary, and my PTSD is already through the roof?
So anyway, checking in for Monday on Sunday so I can get it done and hoepfully it goes well. Wishing all a good Monday!
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