Another No Title

After my night shift tonight, I’ll be heading northwards to assist with what little I can, with my eldest daughter’s plight as she figures out how to move forward from this point.

My thoughts and hers disagree. I believe she should move into her father’s house where her 91 year old grandmother still resides and focus on caring for her Nana, gaining legal custody or power of attorney since Nana isn’t able to do business for herself, and begin to prepare a modest place on her late father’s 12 acres to winter her four horses as she begins the process of settling her father’s confusing and debt ridden estate who’s executrix is named as his wicked sister … and was crossed out by hand with a new name written in, initalled and dated several years ago, and never notarized.

Her answer to that was a screaming meme “What about Daddy’s cows and goats and chickens? Do you think I’m just going to abandon them. Dad loved those animals.”

Fine, then fence in the 12 acres for pasture and make big enough structure to winter four cows, four horses, two goats …. build a little chicken house … whatever you need to do to protect what you feel is necessary to protect … but you can’t do that from your 52 year old boyfriend’s house while you’re dealing with his two children and his crazy ex-wife (who just filed harrassment charges against my daughter for closing a door on her wrist after she had bumped into her with a car in the driveway of the house husband still resides in while screaming “I can’t help your f****** father went and killled himself. Stop putting my kids through this with you!”

I think her 52 year old boyfriend and his soon to be ex-wife need to fend for themselves and finish up their own business … this is where my daughter spends most of her time and her nights … though she has her possessions in the homestead farmhouse and usese that as her mailing address. Said mother cannot control her 13 year old son so lets’ him stay with his Dad all the time and “visits” whenever she wants. Only she isn’t suppose to really be there …. I’m not sure why or how you can enforce something like that … just because she moved out and filed for divorce doesn’t mean can’ revisit a house her name is on the deed for … unless there is a protective order … which everyone assures me there is, but I doubt it … I think I’m being told what my daughter thinks I WANT to hear …. I may act as if I was born yesterday, but I wasn’t.

If she were to move in with her Nana, at least she won’t need to worry that she and her horses will be evicted from a farm that has fallen to her vindictive Aunt’s ownership by default … the agreement states that in the event of the death of one sibling, the farm goes to the surviving sibling .. in this case Gary’s sister … who is now appearing on her late brother’s door step on a remote 12 acre lot screaming to let her in to see her mother right now …. what if this would happen overnight when Janelle is there and Nana is alone?

Again … a fence might help that too …. highly electrified and with razor wire toppers … a remote control security gate …. but I’m afraid if I were to even try to make that joke with my daughter, she would take it seriously and scream at me about the expense such a thing would cost.

Truth is I don’t KNOW what to do about her problems with her evil insane aunt and her boyfriend’s crazy soon to be ex-wife.

What I can do is make sure that Nana has company in the house with her a few nights here and there … I’m going to have to take the dogs with me.

While I was away last week, the friend caring for my dogs couldn’t get Dukey to go outside AT ALL. He just did his business in the house as usual on his puppy pad when no one was looking … and stayed in my bedroom while the friend was here …. there was evidence that he wandered about when she wasn’t here though …. so I suppose if he could survive four nights, without going outdoors, he can survive one night on his own provided there is plenty of food, water and puppy pads.

But in good conscience I can’t leave him at home. He may not be a well adjusted dog, but he’s mine … can’t just leave him behind. O dear … I wonder how he’s going to do in the car?

Oh boy … guess I’ll know by tomorrow!