Counting Blessings
Jan. 14th, 2008 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdThis morning I was supposed to pick my brother up and take him to the train. I get to the house and as I'm walking in I get a phone call, from my brother. He's not taking the train. Frustrating that.
Still to put it all in perspective, we have a neighbor across the street. She has a son my age and we've sort of known each other our entire lives. She came by last night and wanted to talk to my mom. Apparently she almost died two days ago and she couldn't call either of her kids because they want nothing to do with her. She's very lonely and she wanted to know if she could come and talk to my mom when things started getting bad or when she feels like killing herself. Her son only talks to her when he wants her to watch his dog. Not his daughter, but his dog. Her daughter lives at home with her boyfriend for the past three years, but she's not allowed to talk to the boyfriend or ask him to do anything. The daughter also refuses to do anything. The dishwasher is broke, the garbage disposal is broke and the daughter refuses to make phone calls.
Makes the train thing see trivial and makes me thankful that my family, while utterly dysfunctional at times, cares deeply about each other and will do anything for the other if it's needed.
Also, I some how managed to set fire to my poptarts.
Still to put it all in perspective, we have a neighbor across the street. She has a son my age and we've sort of known each other our entire lives. She came by last night and wanted to talk to my mom. Apparently she almost died two days ago and she couldn't call either of her kids because they want nothing to do with her. She's very lonely and she wanted to know if she could come and talk to my mom when things started getting bad or when she feels like killing herself. Her son only talks to her when he wants her to watch his dog. Not his daughter, but his dog. Her daughter lives at home with her boyfriend for the past three years, but she's not allowed to talk to the boyfriend or ask him to do anything. The daughter also refuses to do anything. The dishwasher is broke, the garbage disposal is broke and the daughter refuses to make phone calls.
Makes the train thing see trivial and makes me thankful that my family, while utterly dysfunctional at times, cares deeply about each other and will do anything for the other if it's needed.
Also, I some how managed to set fire to my poptarts.
