It has begun

 

 

 

 

 

My Mikey, I love you

 

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Yesterday, at lunchtime, Mama went to Nanny’s, as usual.  This time was different, though.  There was a lady representative from Adult Protective Services interviewing Nanny.  They are checking into a few things she told them, especially about her driver’s license.

Nanny SAYS she retook her driving test and passed it, but she conveniently "lost" the paper that showed she passed it.  That’s because she never HAD that paper!!!!!!

Johnny has a close friend who works in a police department, and MH works for the police…they both checked into it, and they found no confirmation at all that Nanny had done one thing about getting her license reinstated.

That’s one strike.

Considering how I talk about Nanny and stuff, you might expect that I’d be happy about this.  I won’t lie…part of me IS happy.  Part of me, however, still feels some measure of sympathy for Nanny, and I know that when they declare her incompetent (or unfit…something!), it will be the hardest thing she’s ever faced in life.  This part of me wants to cry for her, though I keep wondering why……she would revel in it if the shoe was on the other foot and it were I who was being evaluated this way.

I said something really ugly yesterday to Mama.  I asked her to tell Memaw that I hope I get to see her again before she dies.  That wasn’t AS bad, though it was bad.  The really bad part is that I said I hope Nanny dies before I get to see her again.

Bomber is gone.  I don’t know if he was just hiding out with the other cats outside, or if Nanny had him picked up or what, but he’s gone.

Mama talked Nanny into letting us go collect some of our things yesterday afternoon.  When it dawned on Mikey that Bomber is gone, he started crying.  Well, that was all we needed for a good, old-fashioned psychotic episode.

Oscar flared up bigger than shit, ready to physically damage Nanny.  At one point, while going through family pictures, we came across Nanny’s parents, whom we all call Oma and Opa.  Oscar slammed the picture into the ground outside.  He picked up the broken glass from the frame, but before that, he ripped Oma and Opa’s picture in two.  Mama was frantically trying to stop him.  Obviously, it didn’t work.

Oscar told Mama that if Nanny came outside while he was cleaning up the broken glass, he would "cut that fucking Nazi bitch up!"

And he probably would have, too.  See why I’m so scared of myself?

When we were almost ready to leave, Mama said that Nanny wanted me to give her her door key back.  Oscar’s response, "Then she can just keep wanting, can’t she?!!!!"  We did not give the key back.

I have a dual motive for not giving the key back.  Partly, because I didn’t do anything wrong (well, not any more wrong than usual, let’s say), and it galled us to think of giving back the key we’ve had since we were a teenager.  The other reason….so we can access her house while they have her away for observation.

We won’t do anything bad.  We just want to be able to go into the house and find out what of ours is in there, which we can’t do if we don’t keep the key.

Johnny has said that when they take Nanny for an evaluation, he wants to be there as she’s leaving, so he can tell her that HE instigated these proceedings.  That helps and hurts me.  It helps that he doesn’t want to let her blame everything solely on us…but it hurts that my baby brother will shoulder this burden that shouldn’t be entirely his responsibility.

Makes a man proud, that brother of mine.

I found out yesterday that the day I was arrested, my friend Amie’s mother died.  I knew her mother fairly well, and I loved her, too, so this was a blow to me.  Especially because Amie e-mailed us, asking us to come to the service.  Obviously, we couldn’t go, because I was in jail, and we hadn’t been able to check e-mail during that week.

Wish us luck.

I’ll keep you posted,

Jack