What it is

I started this last Friday.

I've been sitting here for a couple of hours with this tab opened. I am doing the ADD thing: stare at the blank "new post" box, Google something I think of, look up something I remember, etc. Then I come back to this empty box. Then I play a few hands of solitaire before coming back to this blank box. It's not that I don't have anything to write. There's a hell of a lot going on, some of it of great import, some of it niggling. For instance, I got a shot of cortisone in my left thumb joint (distal) yesterday because it has a bone spur with aggravated arthritis (osteo-). It only hurt when I'd press it or knock it against something. Now it hurts just anyway. I assume the pain will subside in another day or two. It doesn't hurt very much anyway. This is not an item of great significance.

Sproing being placed in a boys home, on the other hand, is pretty major. We submitted an application on Monday (I think it was) heard back from the place via the school social worker on Wednesday. Yesterday Superman talked to someone from the home (might have been the director, I'm not sure) and he and Sproing are going for an interview on Monday. They might admit Sproing as early as next Tuesday.

And I haven't told you about Sproing's string of suspensions from school, either. He was suspended for three days last Wednesday, putting him back in school this past Tuesday. I took him to school and did the required face-to-face with the principal (and I cried like a whipped puppy in his office) only to have the principal call me before noon and tell me to come pick the boy up. He had earned another three days of suspension.

And this is as far as I got. Didn't have the heart to complete it then, so I'll try to finish it now.

This stupid thumb joint still hurts. It feels just like it did before I saw the doctor about it. That's $360 wasted. Well, for me it's 20% of $360, but that's not the point (of this discourse).

Superman and Sproing went to the boys' home yesterday. Sproing is scheduled to move there on Friday. This assumes that he lives that long. This afternoon was very rough. He strapped a belt around his neck and said he was just going to kill himself. This happened after he beat the walls with the belt buckle, placing small holes randomly along the wall. But instead of killing himself, he went with me to the grocery store where we got ingredients for tonight and tomorrow night's dinner, some ice cream for everyone, a few miscellaneous other things, and a little toy monster truck for him. Am I a sucker? Or does he need these little expressions of love from me right now? I don't know. It is what it is. He leaves Friday.

Sproing went back to school today after being suspended for a week and a half. I got a call shortly after 9:00 from the social worker. He was in her office, having been removed from the classroom for disruptive behavior. I basically begged her to keep him. I explained about the plan and told her he only needs to survive two more days at school before he's gone. Well, he did make it to the end of the school day. However, his sister did not.

Diva, the darling, mouthed off big-time to her chorus teacher. I don't know details, but does it really matter? She is suspended tomorrow, but goes back on Thursday. It's time to renew the search for a home for wayward girls. Sproing's drama has forced hers to the back burner.

This is all I have the energy for tonight. Stay tuned for further updates, as always.