I've cut and sewn 403 squares to make my daughter's quilt.  It is a monochromatic quilt which is what my daughter asked for.  I think about her as I make this quilt, wondering what the future will hold for her and her partner.  None of us knows, do we?

I spoke up with Jack's grandma, told her that we need help on the weekends.  Jack's auntie said she would take him Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, which is no help to us really and I said that.  He goes to daycare during the week.  We would like them to take Jack Sunday, Monday and Tuesday as that would allow Gracie to spend Sundays with Jack.  If she wants him back she actually has to take care of him.  She also has to be able to show that she can manage work and Jack at the same time.  On the plus side she is going to AA. 

This past Saturday, Gracie texted me and said she would like to take Jack to Millenium Place.  I said sure, is 10am ok as we have to pick up Miss Katie at 10:30.  Gracie said yes, I told Jack.  Then yesterday after probably 20 text messages I ended up dropping him off in Edmonton at a rec centre closer to her apartment.  There were problems with the buses, blah, blah, blah.

When I dropped Jack off and handed him off to Gracie she told me they would be a few hours and wondered when I was picking him up.  I told her that I was not picking him up, I had made plans to see a friend.  I told her to call her sister and she must have and they must have managed to sort it out because I didn't hear anything else from her.  That family, despite their protestations of we only want her to succeed, don't communicate with Gracie very well.  Not my circus.

I saw my condo tenant on Saturday and picked up a set of keys from her.  Two weeks ago I gave my tenant notice that I am selling the condo.  I asked her when would be a good time for me and realtor to look at the condo and she said any day this week, before 2pm.  Yesterday I texted her and said, what about Monday (today) at 9am.  She told me that doesn't give her any time to clean up because she spends all day with her mom on Sundays.  I asked her again what was a good day and she said any day except I know now that she doesn't mean that.  I told her Wednesday at 9am.  This seems like it will be difficult, or perhaps just more training for me in setting boundaries:)  The place is filthy and I will need to hire a cleaner to make it look good enough to show but that money is coming out of her damage deposit.  Sigh.

I took Katie out by myself, hubby is sick again with a sinus infection, and we had a good time.  She just loves being at the mall with all the people.  OMG she loves people.  She loves people watching, waving at people, shaking hands with people, trying to connect with people.  There was a young woman at the A & W, in the food court, who asked me if I would buy her some food.  I looked at her, at the sores on her young face and at her teeth which were eroding, and said sure.  Meth is a horrible drug.  Katie didn't know what to make of the girl who seemed different; Katie doesn't understand high but she could tell that something was off.

Yesterday afternoon I made plans, and kept them, to go for a walk with a friend of mine from work.  She was kind enough to drive from the West End to Sherwood Park and walk with me and Heidi.  We walked around the dog park twice, talking the whole time.  It was wonderful.  We sorted nothing out, solved no problems, fixed nothing, we just listened to each other.  A very good friend.

And today, a warm day, the sun has come up and the sky is blue; I'll clean the house and then work on the quilt before taking Heidi for another walk.  Peace and quiet.