Scott is also distraught at losing his dad. Understandably so. He was doing okay for a little while but lately it is weighing heavily on his mind and heart. He has dreams of Callum, good and happy dreams where all is well, then he wakes up … Dad is gone, Grandad is gone, friends are gone, and he has to get up, face the cold hard facts and endure another day of cancer.
He has also started swearing. Oh my, just where could he have gotten that from?!! Every now and then he’ll throw a real humdinger into the mix. I’m sure it all relates to his anger and depression and I can’t say that its number 1 on my priority list. In fact it’s kind of funny to see him looking all angelic and cute, sitting at the counter doing a Pokemon jigsaw puzzle and suddenly let rip with words that would make a fish wife blush. I’m exaggerating a little, but you get my point. Maybe it’s genetic. The Scottish language is mostly curse words anyway. So much so that you don’t even hear them after a while. Oh how I miss it. Americans are so very polite... except for when they are shooting each other, or firing up the electric chair, "shock and awe"-ing, and such things.