mum raze "friends of the random summer usually rode bicycles and solved mysteries. now they sat in the library with stacks of old records around them. they listened on a gramophone. most of the records stored the sound of people speaking. some the sound of birds singing. this library was the saddest place. the friends went outside. yesterday had been dramatic, but today was going to be ok." 231026 ... Jus Your insidious stubbornness is going to get you killed. You have two options, you can either go voluntarily to the hospital, take your antipsychotics (I don't want to hear that they're poison or that weed is all the medicine you need), and figure out your shit in therapy OR we will fill out a form 2 and have the police take you like last time. But this time, when you get out you need to take the meds. If you don't you can't stay here. And I know what you'll say, that you'd rather be on the street. That anything is better than your ingrateful daughters. I implore you to just fucking listen to us. We are tired. And frankly sick of a life-time of hot and cold, volatile and meek, scary and calm, crazy and less crazy. Just listen. Get some rest. You must be scared too. 250211 ... epitome of incomprehensibility First of all, to Jus - sending waves of encouragement in the face of families being difficult. I don't know if this is about a current situation, but I hope things work(ed) out for the better. ... On a lighter note, this encouraged a tangent-filled paragraph: Points to the UK for a more reasonable spelling of "mom"; points off for the confusion with quietude. Oh, you can pun, but wartime posters of Be Like Dad and Keep Mum will age like old Spitfires. A museum piece because relationships aren't ownership and Keep Calm and Carry On is snappier. 250211 what's it to you? who go blather from