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A sunny Sunday morning

The sun has managed to light up the sky.  For us Vancouverites this is a bright sun-filled celebration outside!  To the rest of the world, if they were standing in our yard, it would probably look a little grey, overcast with the hint of a sun peering through the thick fluff of the clouds that are liberally and evenly spread across the horizon.  Never mind.  It’s not raining at present, there is enough light so that the trees and bushes can cast faint shadows on the ground.  So it’s a sunny day to me!

Sunny in many ways.  When I brought my friend’s breakfast down on a tray, he said he is really happy here and is getting more and more distanced from that situation back were he was living.  And that he thinks he is going to manage to break it’s hold on him.  And I’m so happy.  But cautious too.  Because the break still hasn’t occurred.  There are still phone calls and I hear of plans being made that say otherwise.  I get the worried phone calls from the people in his life, the true friends that don’t want anything from him or for him but his own happiness and good health.  To be able to have a few more meals, a few more good laughs, a few more adventures.  The ones whose hands aren’t outstretched trying to grab, and gorge on as much as they can. 

The other ones.  The ones with no care for him, his well being, his safety.  The ones who can’t even see the sensitive person that is standing in front of them because their vision is too clouded with the greed glittering in their eyes.  Shame on you!  And someday you will be old and vulnerable and lonely and my God I would hate to be in your shoes, because what you’ve done will come back to you and bite you in the butt.  Because Karma’s a bitch.  Live with that.  It’s coming.

But back to pleasanter things.  When Don dropped Will off for rehearsal.  Actually, Will dropped himself off, because he’s learning to drive.  I’ve gone through this whole, teaching your child how to drive, talk in a calm voice, try not to show when you’re scared, try to teach them all you can so they will be safe behind the wheel and Oh my god, this is happening too fast, and you’re way too young to ever drive! three times now.  First with Emily, then Dave, and now little (not so little, but the image of little Will is stuck in my head) Will.  And I have to say, it never gets easier!  It is always hard to sit in the passenger seat while your child tries to navigate the road, freeways, parallel parking, shoulder checks, and so on.  I don’t want to be melodramatic, but the word “terrifying” comes to mind.

Speaking of which.  I’m off.  They have a shorter rehearsal today.  It was only from 9-1.  Oh and I almost forgot.  The whole reason I was telling that Will drove to school was that when Don dropped him off, the principal (who is also in the play, and has quite a lovely singing voice,) told Don that the play is going to be really good and that Will (my chest puffs up with pride)  is doing a wonderful job!  5 more days until we get to see him.  I CAN HARDLY WAIT!