Flowers for Desiree

These beautiful flowers were sitting on the communion table during this morning's worship service. I captured a photo of them with my cheapie camera and downloaded them as soon as I got back home; them I emailed one to myself and opened it on my iPhone, saved the photo and then texted it to our granddaughter Desiree. (I'm still not impressed with my iPhone photos, so I lean toward using my camera--I see lots of blippers using their iPhones for blip and I think they must know some tricks to use that I don't know--they get much better photos with their phones than I do).

Early this morning while I was getting dressed and ready to leave for church, I received a text from Desiree. She apologized for not texting me last night when she got home from work. The she explained that she and her son, Tristan, our darling great-grandson are about to leave Florida to move back to Oklahoma.

Mr. Fun saw on FaceBook yesterday that Desiree had written on her wall that she "was packing again," and he told me. So I sent her a text and asked what was up. She was at work and wrote that she'd respond later. This morning early she wrote that she and Tristan are moving back to Oklahoma because her roommate really doesn't like having a 3-year-old living in her apartment. Des said the roommate did not tell them they have to leave, but Des just felt it would be best.

So my heart is aching. Those of you who were following my journal last July watched my breaking moment when Des left California because her mom had convinced her to come to Oklahoma with Tristan and live with "mom."

The problem is that Des and her mom miss each other when they are a part and hate each other when they are together. So in December when Des's stepdad got a job in Arkansas, Des's mom announced they would be making the move there and would not be getting a place big enough to include Des and Tristan. Am I the only one who reads between the lines to see the subtle message there? So Des's girlfriend in Florida offered her and Tristan a place there. They have been there less than 2 months.

So when I got home from church this morning, I texted Des a photo of a group of little kids singing in the front of auditorium for everyone; I texted a photo of Mt. Baldy covered this morning in fresh snow; and I texted the flowers and called them a "Bouquet for Desiree."

Desiree turned 21 the end of January. Tristan's third birthday was mid-February. In the last 3 years they've lived in no less than 9 places.

Our hearts are aching for their situation and what they lack in their lives. While our wallet could most likely afford to bring her here and get her set-up in a place of her own, our hearts could not take the devastation when Des's mother lures Des back there again. So we wait with great hope that Desiree soon will want to stand on her own, to stop running to whoever will "rescue" her, and to settle down and find her way to the local community college in order to change her future.

Mr. Fun & I have our tax appt. tomorrow. I've spent this afternoon finishing the paper work. To say that I detest doing this would be an understatement. Mr. Fun hugs me and admits that it's an ugly job, but "hey someone has to do it." He's such an encouragement, but come on, would you want someone with the nickname Mr. Fun working with your finances? ;-)

Five minutes and February 2010 will be gone! I look forward to March. If it is half as good as February, then we're going to have one tremendous time. And here's my confession for today -- I have not gotten to "comment" on your pages but I did crunch numbers. I promise to look at your pages soon and very soon!

Good night, really really late, from Southern California.
Rosie (& a snoozing Mr. Fun), aka Carol