For all those that snorted with disbelief...

[tenaya]

...there were two hang up calls yesterday and then GG left a message as I was going off to take a nap before work (an essential if I want to stay awake all night.) It was the same as before and I'm saving the message. It's all, "pick up the phone, I don't want any money, I don't need anything. I just want to see if you're okay." Yeah, right. Hello! The yardwork makes it obvious that we're clucking about. And who besides one's offspring calls up and says, "I don't want any money" which smacks of entitlement.

I've made up my mind to call him when I'm off and I have the time to deal with him. I'm sure he'll put spin on everything and make excuses, so I want to be prepared for the confrontation. It's getting so Mom doesn't want to go outside because she thinks he may be lurking about. That's got to stop.

On a happier note, the coons are coming by in multiples lately. Momma still had her pontoons with her from last summer (the more timid babies that stuck to her sides like some sort of precision drill team.) I've heard coons can form extended families so maybe that's what's happening? We'll find out together.

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[gategrrl.livejournal.com]

Would you mind if I friended you?

And I'm sorry to hear your mother is leery of stepping outside for fear of her own son - ! (it is your brother? I've read back a few entries to get some background)

[tenaya.livejournal.com]

Sure, friend away. *g*

The Garage Guy is a 37 year old fellow who lived next door for about 4 years. He was polite, friendly, quiet; a good neighbor. When the property changed hands, the 2 people renting the small apts. on the property were evicted so that the new owners could remodel, then offer the places for higher rent (this was nearly 2 years ago.) GG shows up about a week before Thanksgiving saying he has no money, he doesn't get paid for another 4 days (he's had the same job for years, so he's steady that way) and has no place to sleep. He has a very sweet 9 year old dog Charly and he tells us he's had trouble finding low cost housing that will allow a 80 pound dog (which seems reasonable, as I eventually did check and call around.) So, a week before Thanksgiving with temperatures dipping below freezing and feeling personally thankful for having a comfortable life...we let him move into our garage. It was generous, it was the charitable thing to do. Four days turned into 5 weeks and would have went on longer but by then we'd had enough 'proof' that he was looking for someone to 'adopt' him and give him room and board while he kept his pay to go play with his friends (possibly drugs are involved, I'm about 90% sure.) When I told him he *was* moving out on his next day off, he started to cry and got a little worrisome about 'his fantasies' that we'd let him move in. We 'loaned' him about $300 to help him meet first/last months rent as it became totally apparent he was never going to be found with that much money. I don't expect the money back and figure it was well spent to get him off the property so we could get locks on the gates.

He's been doing hang up calls as we've been letting the answering machine screen the calls. He does leave the occasion message which can be creepy. He's very manipulative, appealing to emotions, using the kindness people feel for his dog as just another way to get people to do things for him. Yet, he's still polite, quiet and seemingly nice. He makes me feel totally mean for not giving him everything he wants. It's totally obvious to us that he's just wanting to keep 'his relationship' with us viable so he can talk us into doing more stuff for him. It's annoying with patches of worrisome and creepiness.

I'm having to connect to my inner bitch to set limits. It's been very educational in a sad, sad way.

Now you don't have to wade though post after post of me finally buying a clue. *g*