Well, how could a daughter possibly forgive a mother who is an “airhead” and who does not take directions well and who never cared?
I don’t remember a lot of things and it doesn’t pay to ask, regardless of how traumatic they were for her. Or other people My bad memory may, I think, be a way of handling my own trauma, which never seems to end. And I pray Jesus for strength and helpers to see this life through to its proper end and not just give up.
Not well today, she said; her ire raised the hen I didn’t know that she cervical displasia 2013 which would have been cancer in another month, had some chemo? And definitely surgery, going home post op on a bus she saved an abused child calling DHS after a fellow rider said he heard a neighbor discuss making child porn
So maybe she has good reason to accuse me as she does. Except I can’t say why I forget but I do
Woke up at 3:30 am when she messaged beautiful pics of a massive vegetable quiche she made. Fell back to sleep for an hour about 10am. This is annoying but funny and even scary. I had a Werthers hard caramel between my cheek and gum when I woke up, certainly did not remember putting it in my mouth. Lucky I did not swallow and choke. But the smell stupid funny bit was that I had slobbered for that hour , leaving 3/4 inch stocky wet spot inside the brown fleece anorak that I “never wear” but bid today. Intending onto give it away but not clean that up!
And I’d better lay off the candy
T&S had a Halloween party Only saw 3 or 4 guests arriving in costume Gladstone’s uber strong pot nearly knocked me over from across the street
Dewey “ran away from home” and dropped in here an hour ago, just as Red did to Luca’s house while I was putting supper in the oven
Red and I walked in the schoolyard and shopped at Walmart today I’m veery sleepy now waiting for C and Nola
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