Drama, drama, drama.
Aug. 18th, 2004 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleI'm in the midst of a situation where it looks like the more that's revealed, the more adrift I am. The more I hear, the less I know. I'm realising in a whirl of "facts" like this, I have to decide where I draw the line of truth. It's not affecting me personally as much as, I suppose, it could, but I'm not going to let it fuck with my girls OR my boys on site. I hear one thing from one person and it sways me one way, then I hear more about it from someone else, and I sway another. But like a pendulum eventually comes to a still point, I think I know where I'm going. Layers upon layers upon layers-- does anyone have the whole story? I swear it's sent out branches and roots like an old Florida banyan. Gah. This'd make a great movie. After I hide the bodies.
I've also come to another hard realisation.
I want so much to be able to help someone dear to me. But wanting to help someone, standing here with my hands out, doesn't obligate that someone to accept anything. I have to accept that. I have to step back and let go. I've never been very good at that. I have to trust, to actually accept, that I can't do anything, and they'll be fine without me. No matter how much I ache to make it all better. I also have to trust it won't always be like this, and sometimes, oh, that's a hard one, too.
And Clue's blown her coat in a major way-- in layman's terms, her undercoat came out all at once, in a giant, furry whoosh-- most likely because of the heat. (http://www.fotolog.net/ysobelle/?pid=7672573) Now I not only have no way of getting her to Lacy in Tennessee, there's no reason to send her, as she can't possibly be shown until she's back in coat in a month or two. I'm going to have to get up at the-- no, just above the asscrack of dawn, thank you, to get her to Holiday House Friday morning before work. As they're utterly full up, she'll double up with my parents' collie, Mollie. (Mom named her. I SWEAR!) Mom says they growl at each other, but when I'm with them, they're playing like puppies. Which, well, they kind of are. Mollie's three, but she's never been right in the head, and Clue's 16 months on Friday.
It'll all be okay. Really. It'll alllll be okay.
Anyone wanna dogsit?
I've also come to another hard realisation.
I want so much to be able to help someone dear to me. But wanting to help someone, standing here with my hands out, doesn't obligate that someone to accept anything. I have to accept that. I have to step back and let go. I've never been very good at that. I have to trust, to actually accept, that I can't do anything, and they'll be fine without me. No matter how much I ache to make it all better. I also have to trust it won't always be like this, and sometimes, oh, that's a hard one, too.
And Clue's blown her coat in a major way-- in layman's terms, her undercoat came out all at once, in a giant, furry whoosh-- most likely because of the heat. (http://www.fotolog.net/ysobelle/?pid=7672573) Now I not only have no way of getting her to Lacy in Tennessee, there's no reason to send her, as she can't possibly be shown until she's back in coat in a month or two. I'm going to have to get up at the-- no, just above the asscrack of dawn, thank you, to get her to Holiday House Friday morning before work. As they're utterly full up, she'll double up with my parents' collie, Mollie. (Mom named her. I SWEAR!) Mom says they growl at each other, but when I'm with them, they're playing like puppies. Which, well, they kind of are. Mollie's three, but she's never been right in the head, and Clue's 16 months on Friday.
It'll all be okay. Really. It'll alllll be okay.
Anyone wanna dogsit?
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Date: 2004-08-19 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-19 06:52 am (UTC)Molly and Clue would have a blast...