Others family members will disagree with my action, but after much thought I decided that Tyler's family gets a piece of the recovery/consequences too.

So I reached out to neighborhood family members, indicating that I have his little boy Gavin's items to return but desire no face contact. A younger brother replied (who was the first family member that had worked for me but whose own drug use this year is obvious), and we worked it out via txt that he'd send his mother with car when she got home from work, and that they would contact me first so we don't talk. It's a police matter, and for that and other reasons, it's best we don't meet.

In text, after the pickup, I urged her to contact the child's mother to interrupt unsupervised visitation. Since I don't have Gavin's last name or his mother's name, I've also requested law enforcement follow up on that. Tyler apparently didn't think I might report him, but in addition to my own deep concern, I am a mandated reporter.

So I bagged up the visitation-bag of clothes and tiny shoes, tub toys, dinosaurs, and new gifts for Gavin that Tyler had left in place here. I bagged up Tyler's friends' filthy frypans I don't care to wash or put in MY trash bin. I bagged the chess, dice, and dominoes they played with during long meth highs. I bagged the gluten-laden food he left, and the peanut oil we dare not use here (my BIL who is here often is highly allergic).

I loaded all this into the red recycle bin I use for hauling heavy items between house and garage. She picked it up from the front doorstep without conversation, leaving the bin as requested, while I unpacked a few boxes in the garage.

Several items I'd been missing from the LL were in that guest room. Now that most of the nastiness is out of there (I took out food trash ydy), I've set the guest room to air. And now that I've cleared some floor space in there, it's a good place to drag all that laundry I'll need to do, in hopes a County seniors-helper can load it into my car to go to a laundromat, and go with me to get it all done and re-loaded. There's nothing in it I need soon, because we bagged laundry by category when we got my bedroom ready. And I don't care to overload the fragile plumbing with Tyler's mess.

A plan I want to start soon involves using blue tape on the Liberation Library walls to stake out placement of furniture I brought.... BEFORE draggifng it in from the garage-- so I can move the library's existing furniture to IT'S planned locations and thereby create space for a table to organize and CATALOG the books which MUST BE DONE ASAP-- at least a photo catalog.

After a transfer glitch, I finally received PA funds early this AM to replace supplies, but now I'm down with a nasty head cold and ucky tummy, so it's a good thing I got chicken soup with my scooter yesterday. Despite both pairs of comfy slippers being gone, I found a pair of slipper socks and a blanket I'd brought from PA and cranked up the heat.

Today my only "work" in the house will be putting away groceries and clean dishes, hauling those loads of laundry to the guest room bed, and bagging uo the remainder of the guest room trash so I can stand to be in there again. Once upon a time (just two months ago), it was a peaceful haven. I could use one!

~S~