Moving, moving, moving. Still up in the air as to what happens with Mike. He is hoping to talk Grandma into letting him stay with us as long as he stays clean. Otherwise he is asking Pat and thirdly maybe an Oxford house situation. All three work if he stays clean. I'm not holding my breath. I have great hope as always. I'm such a pollyanna.
Karen told me she hoped I had lots of help moving.....I laughed and told her I had just as much help this time as last time. And it will get done. Just like last time. I am self reliant and self sufficient sometimes. I would use Mike on this end, but I'm not allowing him to come back to the complex.
That in itself doesn't stop him from doing anything he might want to do, but it keeps him from that initial contact here that always gets him.
The great great fringe benefit of moving is no longer having to deal with the creepy neighbor in any way shape or form. Yay! Feel sorry for his kid, but can't help her. I have done what I can with letting management know about his dealings. Just glad to not have to watch the drug dealings anymore after this week.
Now watch....there will be a dealer living by Mom. Hope not. Haven't seen one in all the time I've been there.
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