Thanksgiving?

I have no idea how Thanksgiving is going to go down. We were originally planning to go to the church and join thirty or forty other people for food and games and such.

Then last night the plan changed to driving depressed Friend back down to his mom's because, in the two weeks he's been back, he has gone from chipper to suicidal. Again.

Today... well, I don't know. Friend doesn't want to go back. ("I'm a failure!" he shouts, meaning: 'How pathetic am I that I can't survive by myself in a rotten situation surrounded by bad habits and away from my support base?' The American ideal of Individualism has a lot to answer for in regards to the mental health of its citizens.) We can't actually force him, however, his mom is coming up tomorrow anyway. She hopes he'll be going back down with her, we hope he'll be going back down with her, and he just wants to die.

I really wish our church had a prayer group. I will have to see about organizing one. But that doesn't help Friend right now.

So. I have no idea how Thanksgiving is going to play out. Right now, I am going to go to bed and hopefully sleep the sleep of the dead so my cold doesn't get worse. While I sleep, I hope part of me will continue to send prayers out to the Universe to help Friend find his own hope. And maybe, if you would be so kind, you could add your thoughts, vibes and prayers that he may recognize his worth?

Thank you in advance.

Thanksgiving!

Didn't go down to NY. I'll post about that later.

For now, I just want to say that my child (or is he? I'm starting to wonder!) got up on his own after some other kids had put on a couple impromptu shows and sang, "Snape, Snape, Severus Snape. Dumbledore!" etc.

It was the Cutest. Thing. Ever.

Two other kids got up and joined him (they knew what he was talkin' about!)in the middle to clarify for the mystified adults.

Anyway. Just thought I'd share that little moment of fandomly motherly pride.

:-D