He went off to a church youth group camp on Monday of last week. I picked him up on Saturday afternoon, tired and tan. And Sunday morning he went off again.
|Not all the troop went!|
I kinda miss Moe. He's a cheery presence, always glad to spend time with his mom and have a giggle. But I'm certain he's having a really good time now.
This is something Moe made in the youth group camp. Pretty nice work for a 14 year old boy who'd never done this before, wouldn't you say? It's a form of macrame. I told him I'd be glad to get him some supplies if he wants to make more.
On the Curly front... Le Sigh.
While Curly is doing better is some cases, he seems to have zero common sense about most things, and now he is reaping the rewards of No Sense. It's as if he never thinks anything possible could go wrong, and when it does, he's surprised and horrified. Most of us go through life as we do while driving - practicing defensive driving, assuming that the other drivers will mess up. Curly assumes that all is golden. He's very trusting, and he gets hurt. In lots of ways.
For example: months ago, he gave a military recruiter his Social Security Card, his birth certificate, and his high school diploma. Not copies, but the actual documents. Now he needs these items, and they have all been lost. All. I've gotten him a birth certificate several times before, and I'm not doing it again. He needs to learn how.
Friday he got a money order for $120 to pay court-ordered expenses. Curly put the money order in his wallet and went to some party. Who knows what happened there - but the money order disappeared. Previously he showed some of his less than trustworthy acquaintances (AKA his druggy friends) some money that he had put in a box ($600), and then the money vanished. Imagine that.
He left an open bottle of prescription medicine out where he lives. The cat knocked it into some water, and the pills are ruined. He can't get this re-filled until July1, and it costs a ton. Fortunately it was not his Lithium, only his ADHD medicine. (He's taking his Lithium, thank heavens. And going to his psychiatrist.)
This is chronic. He's always putting his things down and forgetting where he left them. DH and I are worried about him - how's the boy gonna manage? Curly is 19, and he should be able to pay attention a little better. Plus, he has an old girlfriend who's jerking his heart around BAD. He doesn't seem to be able to tell who might be a real friend and who is bad to be around. He's a remarkably bad judge of character, way too trusting.
Curly's NOT stupid by any stretch. He's a smart kid, great in book learning, very artistic and musical. He just has No Sense.
Ah, me. A mother worries. He IS working (some), and he's still living up the street from us, and he's still coming over and spending time with us. It's something. I just wish he could have his eyes opened without so much pain...
Vader doesn't worry a bit. (I love how he stretches out like this, getting his whole tummy on the cool tile and showing his black little paddy paws.)