Up's and down's
I think this post is going to be just a little about everything. lol
My dad's little squirrel died and he is depressed. It gave him something to look forward to, a reason to get up in the morning. Since my dad has cancer he tells everyone he is a dead man. Ok, I guess it's his way of dealing with what he knows will eventually come but dang. I'm sure the people he tells that too become uncomfortable. I know I would. Dad has been going back to bed in the morning. My mom said that the little booklet they gave her on dying said he'd start doing that. Also that he would start taking more naps until he just went to bed and stayed there. She sounded pretty depressed when she told me that the other day. I just let her talk when she starts about things like that. I hope it does her good to be able to talk about it.
I've been spending a lot more time with Gay and I'm enjoying that. She is too though. At least she knows she can trust me. She and I had lunch with Lisa the other day at this little Japanese place that was good. Then we went to my house and measured for mirrors. I guess on Monday I'll go and see what kind of cool mirrors I can find for the bathrooms. Someone stole 3 ceiling fans from the house, before they were put up. The sheet rock guy has been there and made a mess where he was fixing the places in the wall that needed fixing. The house looks spotted on the inside now because of it. lol I really want to move. Oh gay read my cards and the first thing that came up is that I was in a hurry to get moved. Imagine that! *grins* I need to go the the Grove and ask for a reading. The one gay did for me was specifically about the house.
I'm so tired of packing. I found out that Matt is going to be moving in and doing work on the house after I leave. Throws a wrench in my plans to turn off all the utilities so it would take time to get them turned back on. It came to me this morning that maybe Michael isn't packing anything because he wants to stay here. It hit me this morning while I was laying in bed. Who knows. I don't doubt Michael's love for me so I wouldn't take it as that but something is up. Still it would hurt me if he decided not to stay with me. Then again, it gives me a freedom that I'm wanting. Ok, I'm torn now. It's not really that I don't want Michael there, far from it.
I need a roadtrip.
My dad's little squirrel died and he is depressed. It gave him something to look forward to, a reason to get up in the morning. Since my dad has cancer he tells everyone he is a dead man. Ok, I guess it's his way of dealing with what he knows will eventually come but dang. I'm sure the people he tells that too become uncomfortable. I know I would. Dad has been going back to bed in the morning. My mom said that the little booklet they gave her on dying said he'd start doing that. Also that he would start taking more naps until he just went to bed and stayed there. She sounded pretty depressed when she told me that the other day. I just let her talk when she starts about things like that. I hope it does her good to be able to talk about it.
I've been spending a lot more time with Gay and I'm enjoying that. She is too though. At least she knows she can trust me. She and I had lunch with Lisa the other day at this little Japanese place that was good. Then we went to my house and measured for mirrors. I guess on Monday I'll go and see what kind of cool mirrors I can find for the bathrooms. Someone stole 3 ceiling fans from the house, before they were put up. The sheet rock guy has been there and made a mess where he was fixing the places in the wall that needed fixing. The house looks spotted on the inside now because of it. lol I really want to move. Oh gay read my cards and the first thing that came up is that I was in a hurry to get moved. Imagine that! *grins* I need to go the the Grove and ask for a reading. The one gay did for me was specifically about the house.
I'm so tired of packing. I found out that Matt is going to be moving in and doing work on the house after I leave. Throws a wrench in my plans to turn off all the utilities so it would take time to get them turned back on. It came to me this morning that maybe Michael isn't packing anything because he wants to stay here. It hit me this morning while I was laying in bed. Who knows. I don't doubt Michael's love for me so I wouldn't take it as that but something is up. Still it would hurt me if he decided not to stay with me. Then again, it gives me a freedom that I'm wanting. Ok, I'm torn now. It's not really that I don't want Michael there, far from it.
I need a roadtrip.
