So much has been going on this past month. Benji is completely off of extra support and is doing amazing. The Doctors want to wait until he’s gained a little more weight and they are more than 100% sure that he’s not going to relapse. They also want to see how he does after having human contact so I’ve been able to hold him, HOLD HIM! Words cannot describe the feeling I have when I first held my baby brother in my arms. I seriously still tear up whenever I think about it and every time I get to hold him still!
I ALSO FOUND A HOUSE!!! It’s nothing HUGE and it’s not really in Pounawea, but it’s affordable and there is enough space for all of us to live comfortable. Jaymie and I scheduled another walk through next week. The realtor said something about being able to move the house, but I honestly am in love with the location. I think the crisp fresh air will be good for Mom and for Benji.
Speaking of Mom, she’s still in a coma, but I’ve been talking to her Doctor and he thinks she could be taken care of at home. I’ve also spoke with our insurance company and they would cover the cost of a nurse to come take care of Mom. Plus, I think it’ll be good for Dad to get out of the hospital and be around his kids. Uncle Bastian agrees with me. He’s called Auntie Deirdre who’s going to be coming to visit in about a month or two. She’s trying to settle some things in Ireland before she flies out. I wish Auntie Niamh would come visit. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. I don’t think she even game out when we were living in Hylewood.
Meara also comes home, well to Jaymie’s house, next week. She seems really happy about finally getting out of the hospital and getting to visit with Benji and the twins. Sachi really misses her. I think Meara would also benefit with living in this new place. Fingers crossed!
OH! I also got a job! Mostly clerical work and it’s only 4 hours a week since I have to be here with Benji most of the time and still do my homework for school, etc etc. It’s a lot of fun and I get to run errands. I make a little more than minimum wage, which is also awesome. OH! And I PASSED MY DRIVERS TEST!!!!!!!! Yay me! I’m still on a learners permit and what not, but I can techincally drive with my younger siblings in the car to and from school, you know.. that kind of thing. Jaymie’s been really awesome about letting me borrow her vehicle whenever I need it for work or to drive to Pounwea Memorial Hospital, but I have to go back to her house every night. If I want to stay overnight she drops me off and picks me back up when I’m ready unless I take the bus, but she doesn’t really like me doing that.
Anyways, that’s all for now. Its time to go eat with my friend and then back up to hold Benji before Jaymie gets here. I also want to talk to Mom’s Doctor again about how she’s doing and if he’s talked to my Dad about Mom being cared for at home. Things are really starting to look up for my family! Fingers crossed it stays this way!
“I wanna sing a song, that’d be just ours But I sang ‘em all to another heart And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love But all my tears have been used up”
I don’t know where to even begin describing the perfection of this song choice for this scene. It truly set the undertone of sadness in this happy memory that Damon now shares with absolutely no one but the stars and the raindrops that fell from above them that night. It sent the message that Damon would never be able to love anyone the way he loves Elena. He would never be able to move on even if it ever tried. All his energy. All his heart. All his tears have been used up.
It leaves you feeling like the rain that night were his very tears. Tears over a moment that Elena would forget. A night where he promised her forever will forever be in his mind and heart. So, one matter how much he would have wanted to someday, that memory of her would never allow him to ever love another again.
Merlin has never been loved. It sounded silly, but it was the truth, no one had ever fallen in love with him, no matter how many times he did or almost did himself. Every single boy along the way wanted one thing from him or another; and it wasn’t him. Arthur intended to change all that.
Merlin goes home to Ealdor for two weeks and Arthur is not at all bothered by this. No really, he isn’t. Assumes kind of established relationship (as in, Arthur’s about to find out just how established it is).
Summary: Merlin is definitely supposed to work for Arthur, but spends most of his time mocking Arthur’s dress sense, berating him via IM with Morgana, sending Gwen capslock-filled emails about him and, most of all, trying not to fall in love with the shiny-shoed ponce. Arthur, meanwhile, is definitely supposed to be taking over his father’s company some day, but instead spends most of his time scowling at Merlin, making lists about him, trying to find excuses to fire him and, most of all, trying to pretend he is totally not head-over-heels for the jumped up little upstart. Someone’s got to make some difficult choices eventually, and this can only lead to one thing: angst. Or hilarity. Or, embarrassingly enough, self-discovery.