Daulton Again

Daulton is 16. He still hasn't hit puberty. In fact, he still talks with that hard to understand little kid voice that most five year olds have. Sometimes I really do struggle to figure out what he's saying.
I was checking the mailbox last Tuesday before I opened up the office, and I glanced out into the parking lot. A small child was exiting a car. I was confused. Why wasn't this small child in school. This small child approached. Yeah, you know who it was.
I'm pretty sure the first thing out of Daulton's mouth was "Are you mad at me, Geoff? Are you mad at me for getting in trouble again? It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything." But of course, it might also have been, "I murdered several people and have been trafficking drugs for the Mafia." I couldn't really say.
As near as I can tell, this is Daulton's explanation for how he ended up back with me (I can't be positive about all of this because I was serious about him talking like a five year old kid). According to Daulton, it all started at a party. Apparently Daulton is cool enough and mature enough to hang out at parties with people his age. But he promised me there were no drugs or alcohol at this party. So Daulton and the other party-goers were minding their own business when a couple of punks showed up with guns and such and crashed the party. Daulton, of course, ran for his life. These punks decided he was a good target, so they hit him with a car. This car then caused enough damage that Daulton was hospitalized and prescribed hydrocodone for his pain. When Daulton went back to school something (he won't tell me what, he says he doesn't remember) made him so angry that the hydrocodone interacted with his ADHD medication , and he passed out. (This is the part that is especially unclear to me) I think he implied that he did some crazy stuff before he passed out, but again, he says he doesn't remember. In any case, he claims he woke up in the hospital and was informed that he was kicked out of school again.
As for Macy, I hadn't seen her for a week prior to Daulton showing up. If I had to guess, I would say that she quit coming to school altogether, was officially dumped from the program, and is now spending a month in juvenile detention.
Anna's sick.
Church was snowed out last night. This cost us one of our last practices before the children's Christmas program. I think they'll be alright though. They've worked hard.
George and Katie receive "meals-on-wheels" dinners. There's a cycle of at least five different people who deliver these meals. One particular lady is always accompanied by a young man with obvious mental and physical issues. From the little contact I've had with him, I would guess he has the mental competency of a toddler. He can talk, but it's never more than a repeated "hi" like you would get from a friendly four year old. On Wednesday, they were here to deliver meals. After they left, Daulton tells me "Hey Geoff, that guy just called me an "n" word. I should have punched him in his face, shouldn't I?" I tried to tell Daulton that I doubted that guy said any such thing and that he was mentally challenged. Daulton insisted that he should still have punched the guy in the face. I tried to convince him that he just misunderstood the guy, but I don't think Daulton bought it.
An old friend of Anna's parents, who attends church with us, invited Anna, her parents, and me over for dinner on Friday night. I'm pretty sure it's a Christmas tradition that she and Anna's parents have dinner together, and now that we live in the area, Anna and I are involved in the tradition too. It was nice. She had some homemade jelly. I ate way too many biscuits.
It snowed a few inches yesterday. There really wasn't that much snow, but it drifted badly. I couldn't open the porch door to take Daisy outside.
Anna's supposed to work in the morning. I don't know if she's going to be well enough to go. Unfortunately, she's supposed to call in two hours in advance if she's going to miss work. Thus, I think she's going to wake up at 5 a.m. tomorrow to see how she feels. No one feels well at 5 a.m.
Someone take this box of Mike and Ike's away from me.
I bought Anna some pseudoephedrine yesterday. As I'm sure you know, you have to sell your soul to the devil to be able to purchase the stuff. It always makes me feel like a criminal when they ask to see my driver's license in order to buy something.
I'm not looking forward to the Broncos' rebuilding process. This isn't going to be pretty.
McDaniels took a team that hadn't gone worse than 7-9 (except for the year following Elway's retirement) since 1990 and turned it into one of the worst in the NFL. Right now, I contend that they are the worst team in the NFL. I think the Panthers would beat us like a redheaded step-child. We won't win another game this year. Poor Studesville. This isn't his fault. He never had a chance.
It is times like these when I am grateful that there is hope to be found in the Rockies.