False Dawns

I have a friend and a relative, both struggling with adult sons and their addictions. One son has a 20 year cocaine addiction, broken marriage and is now living back at home. The another son has a skunk addiction, living at home and stealing from his parents. And what choices do the parents have? Throw them out and watch them sink like stones, or trust them yet again, to have that trust thrown back in their faces?

On a lighter note, if you are my sort of age, you may have spent hours when you first set up home, scraping old paint off pine furniture to take it back to the original wood. Today, I started to regress by putting the paint back on. A happy afternoon was spent slapping Annie Sloan paint onto coffee tables. Tomorrow is waxing and a little artistic sanding to add character (tables, not me) and then I will have distressed my tables in a painterly way.

(My style reversal doesn't go as far as wearing Laura Ashley frocks again.)

And thank you for your hearts and stars. Yesterdays blip is hanging by its fingernails to the bottom rung of the Spotlight.