Another Week

I will be heading back to Mobile for a week tomorrow. I actually accepted a transport assignment that works out perfectly. I will pick up Tommy in a small town on my way, and drop him off with the next volunteer in Pensacola. Perfect timing. He is going from Miami to Colorado to his new (hopefully forever) family. He was a part of a confiscation when he was a puppy and was immediately adopted. Then he was recently found as a stray...sigh...so sad. But he is happy and forgiving and hopefully his best days are ahead of him.

I hate leaving my husband and dogs. Then once I have been there a week I will hate leaving my sister and Jack. He is so adorable...when I go he wants to know how many days I am staying. He has a rule, the day I arrive and the day I leave don't count, only WHOLE days count, and he keeps track. Then, without fail, on my last WHOLE day he tries to convince me to stay JUST ONE MORE whole day. He's the only person in the world I will fake happiness for. 

My mother is disappointed that we can't commit to a big Christmas this year. She feels it might be her last. But we don't know what tomorrow holds, it's absolutely impossible to make a commitment right now about much of anything. Becky was moved out of the hospital into an in-patient rehab facility to work on her new hip. She hates it, but really doesn't have a choice. It's the next thing she has to conquer. I have an aunt in the hospital right now, deep in congestive heart failure, and am expecting a call at any time that she has passed. When it rains it pours.

Yesterday a mom in my other group had contacted the admin to say her house had burned during the night, and she and her husband got out in their pajamas and phones, nothing else. This was a mom I had spent a lot of time and emotional energy on, I thought we were friends. We all jumped into action, planning fund raisers, sending donations, gathering up whatever we could spare in household goods. Then we got a notice from admin that it was fraud. She had been suspicious and called the fire department that would serve the area, and it didn't happen. The mom blocked all of us. Very sad about it, not about the money, but the time and love and energy I gave her. I feel she may have suffered some kind of mental breakdown or was incredibly desperate to do that, but there's no way to know now.

It has finally gotten cold here...I can pull out my boots. Speaking of which, I have some packing to do. I am so damn high maintenance. I am just going to buy extras of everything I need to leave there, since I will be going every other week. I hope you guys are having a better Christmas season, but it seems to be affecting all of us, or a lot of us, in a sad way. Will write more soon.