Up until recently our house has been a safe place. But with our neighbor behaving so erratically, that's changed. I feel on alert, wary and a bit scared. Home just isn't the same. We find that we look over our shoulders and maybe pay more attention to what he does than is healthy on our part. But really, when a person who's been so steady-seeming and normal for years does a turn around, it does cause a person to waggle their head back and forth.
He's been back and forth to his house. His mother appears every so often, but only seems to bring food. He needs an intervention, or something will probably happen to force it.
I understand depression (which smacks me upside the head at times), but mental illness of this sort is beyond me. He's crying out for help and nobody who's equipped to do something is doing anything.
Must do cozy things on Friday to allow me to relax. Would bake, but with the temperatures in the upper nineties, that'd be ridiculous! Will wash bedsheets, putter around and figure out what to have for dinner. Am reading such a good book by Karen Hill called, 'On Folly Beach'. Plain dishy. And a highlight to the day will be a visit to a neighbor who's a recent cancer survivor. Her throat still gives her fits and she has something called lichen planus that's bothersome. Offered to make her some colloidal silver and she's very game for natural supplements. I love that. She said she'd give me a jade plant---maybe we can trade. And maybe I won't kill it. Give me garden plants and they'll thrive. Houseplants are an iffy proposition. Succulents seem to be safe, though. They don't weep when I bring them home.
Take care and eat some cake if you get the chance. Remember me---someone who does love a frosted cake. :)
