Friday, May 28, 2010
A Week Without Dad
This week was a weird one. For the most part it was normal but in some ways, it was quieter than most. There was only one or two events that required my intervention. Then Dad came home on Thursday. With seemingly sincere pleas, promising to be quiet and not make any waves, I was convinced to take him to the airport with me to pick Dad up. Bad decision. As soon as they saw each other, the storm began to brew. My happiness that Dad was home went out the window with the air conditioning in the truck. So much for homecomings.
Dad now has a telecommuting job that allows him to work at home most of the time with intermittent travel to the site once a month or so. This is a new venture for us and it is going to require much organization and new boundaries for our Aspie. Being a boundary buster by nature, this is not going to be easy. He will argue his case convincingly and we will have to stand our ground and tell him no. Maybe I should say I will have to tell him no. Dad will probably scream it to him.
So today was Dad's first day at home after beginning this job on Monday onsite in North Carolina. Our Aspie came to the house around noon, which is what we have asked him to do, not come before noon. But his presence and talkativeness was too much for Dad so I took him back to his place. When we arrived, a young man came running through the parking lot, cutting in front of our truck, heading toward the highway beyond the next building. Then came a young lady running after him yelling that she wanted us to drive her to catch him, he had stolen her keys.
I am glad I was there because the first thing our Aspie wanted to do was chase after him on his bicycle, but I suggested she call the police and that he let them handle it. Tim is a protective type, somewhat like the guy in the movie "Blind Side", and he would have done it. Thankfully she called the police and Tim stayed put.
This young woman looked to be late 20's or so. I stayed long enough to make sure she was calmed down and thinking clearly. She rattled off the story of her pregnant sister who has a restraining order against this guy but he would not leave her alone... Kinda felt like a Judge Judy show there for a while! Some friends came and comforted her and I thought the situation was diffused enough to move on. Before I left I asked Tim to stay out of the situation because it was potentially dangerous and let the police take care of it. He agreed that it was dangerous and reminded me once more that he had told me his complex was ghetto. Yes, it is. But I hope as long as he minds his own business, he will be ok, for now. A new location may be in order in the future.
- ▼ May (6)
- Hi, I am Teri West, a wife, retired home schooling mom, 2nd year breast cancer survivor, crafter,
musician, and primitive artist living and working in Kentuckiana, (the
Louisville, KY and S. Indiana area). My family heritage is in the hills
of Eastern Kentucky and Southern Ohio. I grew up in Louisville, Ky and
attended Eastern KY University and the Southern Baptist Theological
Seminary, graduating with degrees from both in education.
I married in 1979 and have three grown children, one a degreed artist,
one a techie/artist, and an autistic one, a photographic artist. Hubby
is a techie.
I work out of my home creating primitive items for friends, family,
and you. My loves are American folk music, primitive crafting, and
American folk art which all emanate from my devotion to my faith, family
and friends. I belong to the Louisville Dulcimer Society and I play mountain
dulcimer, guitar, violin, native flute, tin whistle,
bowed psaltry, and ukelele as well.