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December 31 Everything's okay.Just okay. I'm still sick, and sad. But I'm doing better. I cried a little last night, thinking about her sweet little face, the cinnamon fur behind her ears that was so soft, her alluring eyelashes, those pink "Ewok" lips . . . I thought she was so pretty and so cute and so funny and sweet, and tough and independent . . . I love her so . . . I actually painted the other night. After I complained about being unable to paint, I finally did it. I think it came out pretty good, but it's not finished. I like a lot of things about it. I just felt like painting, so I did a painting of Meope from a sketch I did before she died. It's the last sketch I did of her, maybe a couple of weeks ago. The rest is from memory. I could have looked at a photograph, but I thought it would be more personal this way, just to think about her as I painted her. I'll show it to you when I'm done. Well, not much going on. I was sick as a dog yesterday . . . Well, a sick dog, I guess. I slept almost the entire day. I could still sleep right now, as a matter of fact. But I need to get to the grocery store. Need diapers, or I'd probably try to skip it. And coffee. Can't skip that. So I guess I gotta go. Take care, folks, and I will see you soon. R December 29 HelloLong time no--er, write! Sorry, I've been ill and grieving at the same time. I miss my Missy girl. And to lose her and my dearest Qui-Qui in the same year has been devastating for me. But I'm trying my hardest to work through it. I really am. I have been wanting to sleep, but breathing is difficult right now. Every time the airway is clear and I begin to drift, it clogs again and I need to shift my sleeping position. UGH! I NEED SLEEP! I'm not even kidding right now! I need it! I need that sleep! I need the recovery of sleep for my immune system, my son, my husband . . . Housework. It's been tough. And I really need to get to the store for a few things for E. Whattahyagunnado. I've been wanting to paint lately, but I've also been struggling. It's weird, but the medications alter the creative abilities I once had. I just sit there in front of the canvas/paper/whatever and stare. I have no idea what to do or where to begin. Then if I just stab at the canvas/paper/whatever it turns out to look like scribbles or something a 5-year-old would do. Something I once knew how to do, I suddenly don't. You have no idea how distressing that can be for an artist if you aren't one, but trust me, it is. Creativity is the core of just about everything. Those muscles just aren't getting exercised on these meds. If part of you becomes paralyzed, eventually you adapt. But I don't know how to adapt to this. And going off the meds is not an option, trust me. I've heard of this, artists and musicians going off of meds to create or record or write. Then they go back on meds when they're ready for normal life. I think this is just plain dangerous, in no uncertain terms. You can't always control the depression or the mania, even if you know the cause. So you could be a victim to it. And I mean a victim. When I'm off of my meds I think about suicide far too often, and even though it scares me, I can't keep from thinking about it. The pain is just unbearable. And it goes on and on and on. Anything can trigger it if you're bipolar. Something so seemingly innocent as a passing joke or comment suddenly becomes a launchpad for vicious confrontation, hurt feelings, and delusions of persecution. It sucks, I tell ya what. (picture this in a Hank Hill accent) Well, I have nothing to write about really. Just a quick howdy-do. I will try to write again more regularly again. Take care! R December 27 I am writing to let you know that my sweet, sweet rabbit, Meope, passed away a few hours ago. She was an incredible 10 years old, older than most rabbits get to spend with their friends and family. However, she was no longer able to eat or drink, walk, or get pleasure out of life. Blood tests showed severe renal failure. This happened very quickly for me, so I haven't had a chance to tell anyone until now. I'm also trying to fight of the flu or something similar, so I've been trying to rest and just think about my bunny. I know it might seem silly to write about a bunny to all of my friends and family, but since you all know me so well, you know how much she has meant to me and how much she will be missed. R December 25 Terrible news . . .My dearest sweet Meope rabbit is suffering from renal failure. I am writing this to let you know I may not be posting regularly for a few days, just from taking care of her and from resulting grief. We came home last night and discovered she had not eaten or had any water since we were gone (only about 36 hours or so) and she could barely walk. She had been in her cage, so she didn't eat anything poisonous or anything while we were away. Normally my sis CJ would have been watching her while I went out of town, but since I was going out of town to see CJ . . . She's always been fine when left in her cage for a day or two. But this time she couldn't even walk when I let her out. She just fell down repeatedly and it took extraordinary effort just to move a few feet. We found an emergency vet working on Christmas Eve, and they did some bloodwork. One of her kidneys was so bad, the machine couldn't even read it. It was devastating news for me, especially since I just lost my sweet Qui-Qui in May of this year. They told me she wasn't in pain, but I would have to put her down soon. She could be made to live a few days longer, maybe even a couple of weeks, but she would spend a lot of time in the hospital and away from home and family. She would be in pain during the treatments. It didn't seem very humane. So I took her home to spend the night with me. I will try to keep her comfortable today, and then I will probably have to take her to the hospital again tomorrow to say goodbye. I dread it. I hate being alone for this. I really . . . I don't know. Nothing makes it better. I love her and I will miss her. I hate watching her stumble and run into walls trying to find a comfy spot on the floor. I know she's disoriented and feeling pretty bad. I just can't say bye to her on Christmas. I'm going to try to spend the last hours I know I have with her by her side. I will try to write when I get a chance, just to let all readers out there know how she is and how I'm doing. But it might be a while. I'm not going to kid myself into thinking I'm going to care about this computer for a few days here. Take care, and I will see you all soon. R December 22 Happy Holidays!Whatever holidays you celebrate, hope they are happy ones! I am heading down to San Antonio tonight to spend the holidays with my family down there. My mom was nice enough to get a hotel reserved for us, so we'll be staying there this weekend. I checked today, and they will hold our room until early tomorrow morning--good, since it's about 5 or 6 hours of driving and we don't leave until after 7pm! It'll be late. And Benny-pom is going, too! I sooooooo miss my Qui-Qui-poo lately. I can't stop thinking about him. The grieving seems to never end. Every time I think I've made peace with his passing, something new reminds me how much I miss him. You can never match a bond like that with anyone or any animal--poodles make their own special bonds with you. I miss all of the little things he did that made me laugh, the sounds he made when I woke him up with my insomnia, the way he looked at me while we were hiking, the happy cries he made when he saw the beach for the first time, the face he made when he smelled something nasty . . . I loved it all. He was a good, good friend. Benny makes a cute face when he notices I'm mad at him. The first time was when he was a puppy and I got mad at him for weeing on the carpet. He just looked at me, almost puzzled. Then his little lower lip kind of moved from side to side, like a little hmmmph. Totally hilarious! I had to turn away to laugh, even left the room so he wouldn't think I thought it was cute! He did it again later, too. Don't know if I could describe it anywhere near as funny or cute as it was. But you'll have to trust me on this! ;) Oh, I love my babies. All of 'em. I had to bathe Meope-girl today, my sweet rabbit. She's 10 years old, going on 11. She has some minor incontinence problems right now, so she makes a mess. C says he's worried about her, but I have a sneaking suspicion that more of it is related to the carpet than he'd like to admit. He's becoming a carpet-Nazi--sorry, Honey, I had to say it! But with his rules, carpet is the LEAST efficient type of flooring EVER MADE!!!! I swear, it's time for wood or tile--I don't know if I can stand it much longer! It's just constant carpet patrols, picking up every minor discoloration several times a day! UGH!!! Can you say, "obsessive-compulsive disorder," anyone? Okay, I kid, but there are grains of truth to it, I have to admit. I'll be glad to be on hotel carpet for a few days. ;) Now, C did do the sweetest thing for me for Christmas--he surprised me with a gift last night! It was a painting that I had wanted that I saw on eBay, but I didn't have the money to bid. Then he bought it for me without telling me, finding it just an hour before the auction ended and bringing it home last night. He kept this a secret for at least a couple of weeks! I love the painting in person, too. It's so very cute! It's a long-haired chihuahua dog on patterned carpet, bright colors and interesting perspective . . . I'll have to scan it in or something sometime, and give a little plug to the artist, Sandra Spencer. I'm going to have to collect a few more in the near future, as soon as she adds more to her eBay store. She must be gone for the holidays or something. Nothing new has been listed for over a week. Well, I'm supposed to be finishing my packing. Seems counter-productive, doesn't it? Especially when I'm in the middle of UNpacking? But I should get it done so we can get moving. I am going to try to squeeze in a little gift shopping for Mighty E as well. Just before I go, I have to say how absolutely happy I am to have awaken this morning! I had the worst dream last night, that I had some kind of inoperable brain cancer and I was going to die. I was so worried in my sleep, wondering how I would make sure E was okay, that everyone would be okay, that I would make my life worthwhile in the short time I had left . . . It was awful. I woke up stressed out and scared, and it took me a while to realize it had all been a dream! How sad for those who never wake up from that dream . . . I feel terrible for them. I was lucky. I dreamed my dad was with me, driving me to doctor's appointments and stuff . . . Well, now that I've put you all in the mood I've been in lately, I will go. My job here is done. Enjoy the rest of your day! No, I'm sorry, I never mean to bring everyone down, but those are the things on my mind lately. Do with that information what you will. I'm going to visit my family this weekend, so I'll be doing much better. Take care, and I will try to write back by Tuesday or so. Happy Holidays! R December 21 Whew!We finally got our cabinets fixed, our garage keys, our tub refinished, our leak repaired, our peephole installed, security system put in, and just about everything else involved in finishing the house up so we can focus on unpacking. I am relieved. It took wayyyyyy too long to get all of this done, and I feel like it took legal threats to get everyone moving. (Horizon Homes owes me big time for being so accomodating!) After all, we closed on the home almost a month ago, only now is everything done. It seems like everytime I get a new phone number, it used to belong to someone who changed it because they were getting calls from creditors. It's not as bad with the new number, but I still get calls like that. UGH! I can't really criticize them for not paying their bills, though. I mean, I have a bankruptcy myself, but it is a pain in the butt to get calls like that that aren't even for me! I get all stressed out before I realize the calls aren't for me . . . Talk about a guilty conscience! Not much going on right now. I just need to find out if my Millie can watch E for me so I can buy him a couple of presents. And maybe I could hang up some more pictures or unpack a box or two. I'm tired of cleaning house all day long. Everytime I unpack a box, cleaning ensues. Plus, there's the toddler boy, the dog, the rabbit, and myself to clean up after. C cleans up after himself usually. He's kind of a neat freak. Guess I'm bored. Maybe even a bit depressed. Life just isn't very fulfilling at the moment. And there isn't anything to do here. I'm really not very crazy about Fort Worth at the moment. I think I liked it more when I didn't live here. What's the deal with the libraries closing TWO days a week? And there isn't any good food here. No community education classes like we had in SA that were supported by the school districts. We had crafts, cooking, dance, fitness, computer, business, art classes and more. All were inexpensive and took place in the neighborhood where you lived. And had lots of beautiful places to go hiking or ride a bike. And the ice rink I used to go to wasn't too far, and it was nice and well-maintained. None of those things exist around here. It really stinks. Around this house are farms, train tracks, and warehouses. And this is a NEW neighborhood. Very new. All of the new and decent neighborhoods around here are like that. No wonder the houses are cheap or no one would live here. I hate to be so harsh. I know there are people who live here who just love it. And people who grew up here whom I don't want to insult. I'm just down right now. Just down on this place. Maybe that will change in a few months. Maybe I'll find something here that makes this place special. So far I'm just lonely and bored and depressed. Maybe I'll try that holiday shopping today. And check out the nearby women's gym. I don't know. Can't wait to go home and see my family. Well, guess I should stop my whining and do something today. Take care, peeps. Thanks for reading. R Holiday PartyThis evening (a Sunday evening ?????) was the holiday party for the tv station where my hubby works. I stressed out big time about fitting into my dress, finding shoes to wear, having time to buy hose and a few groceries before we left, and if my hair would look okay even though I hadn't had time to wash it . . . I'm a Type A, definitely. Everything turned out fine, though. It's not like I could lose 30 pounds before the party, so I just had to deal with it. And I found the shoes and hose. And the place was easy enough to find. It was nice enough, I suppose. The parties in San Antonio seemed a bit more fancy as far as food and presentations--and they always had live music to dance to. Nice country club settings with landscaping and fresh air should you desire a walk about the grounds after the hubub in the party rooms. This one was at a nice enough club. There was a view of the small downtown area, less than half the size of downtown San Antonio. Yeah, I know. I compare everything to San Antonio. I admit, it's not the perfect place to live and grow up, but it is awfully nice. Too hot, but hey . . . I loved it. Comparing Fort Worth to San Antonio, it won't win. Comparing it to other cities, it might. Which is what I need to try doing. It's tough since I really like the city where I grew up. I'm still in the phase where I don't like the city I live in, which is what I hear happens for the first year after relocating. I hope I grow to like this place more in the coming months. Right now I'm lukewarm about it. The best thing is that our house is nice and that the in-laws live in town. E had a good time at Millie's while we went to the party. She took him to "Old McDonald's" for dinner, and he even got some ice cream. He loves hanging out at her new house. I never really mentioned details about the neighbor incident. I should be sleeping or I'd go into it now. I'll just say that I had visited the family (a sister, brother, nephew, and someone else I don't remember) when I was offered a glass of iced tea. I was on my way out, so I took the glass with me with the intention of returning it. The next day, I saw the neighbor (J, we'll call him) in his backyard, and I took the glass over to him. He said something I didn't understand and went inside his house, so I finished what I was doing and went inside. Then there was a knock on the door, where he showed up with a pitcher of tea and some glasses. Um, okay . . . I guess you can go ahead and come in . . . I guess. Baby E wanted to watch a DVD, so I put one on for him, and we sat on the sofa. J was acting like he was concerned about my wrist since it was wrapped, and he kept wanting to look at it. Then he tried to hold my hand. . . . No, that's probably not a good idea . . . Then he tries to get something out of my eye. I withdraw from his hand and try to get it out myself. He starts to reach a hand to my hair. Is something in my hair? No, he is asking me if it's my natural color, with broken English. Yeah . . . Now he's starting to look at me funny, with a weird smile. He tells me I'm "bonita" and leans over to kiss me . . . Okay, that's it! That's a no-no! I tell him I'm in love with my husband (DUH! I have to tell him this?) and that I am not interested. Then he acts like I misunderstood, but I know I didn't. He tries to smell my hair . . . Weirdo. I even showed him my WEDDING PICTURES! My SON is IN the ROOM! Time to LEAVE, Psycho! Then he asks if everything is okay, can he come over again. I think I told him it would be okay, just to get him to leave. I was freaked out and I didn't know what to do. But when he came over, I just told him he couldn't come over anymore and he said okay and left. Then he started parking down the block, farther from my house, and I haven't seen him outside since then. I didn't want to have an awkward relationship with my neighbors, I really think it's nice to have a good relationship with them. I was glad E liked them and that they seemed nice. The lady had the same name as my aunt who recently passed. I don't know, I'm just greatly disappointed. People suck, know what I mean? I'm probably a bit weird right now. And not making tons of sense. I had my first margarita in over 2 years tonight, and I'm tired, too. I don't drink often, so even a little goes a long way for me. They were small glasses filled with lots of ice, too. But the tequila was good, and they put lots of salt, and fresh limes. It's probably the only alcoholic beverage I really care for, except maybe mai tais or wine coolers. I'm not much of a drinker. I prefer coffee 99.9 percent of the time. Well, I'd better try to get some rest. Maybe I'll make sense tomorrow. Take care, peeps! R December 15 Little bit of drama . . .Yesterday, to my surprise, my neighbor tried to kiss me! WTF!? I am obviously married, have a toddler, and I just bought a house and moved to another city with the man I love. Where on EARTH could I have been sending off signals? And I didn't even have makeup on, I'm all broken out, I'm freakin' FAT, and it's not like I'm even all that nice. I have no idea where that came from. And my husband has even been over to their house and visited, introduced himself, and he thought he made friends with the guy. I thought so too. Just goes to show you what happens when you trust people these days. Geez, I'm glad we got a security system. And how pissed I am that the guy does this and we've only lived here a week and a half, now it's gonna be awkward every time I see the guy, and he lives RIGHT next door! Thanks a f**king LOT! Sorry, I'm just disappointed. Someone, please prove me wrong that mankind is a huge letdown. R December 13 OMG!Guess what happened yesterday morning . . . Go on, guess! Okay, you give up, I see. No problem . . . QUITTER! Okay, just kidding. But C was leaving for work, then he popped back in and said that people were outside working on our lawn! He was so happy, and so was I. But he looked impressed at first, so I had to burst his bubble. "Know why they're out there?" "Why?" he asked. "Because I threatened to call the Better Business Bureau yesterday afternoon." "You did?" He still doesn't know me that well, after all these years. But, yeah, I did. I was fed up with being taken advantage of. It was a little awkward seeing those guys, knowing that they had probably read my threatening email (legal threats, I assure you) but I was so happy to have my house being worked on I didn't care. And today, Wednesday, they will finish the bathtub problems, the cabinet trim, and anything else I forgot. Friday they will finally get to our stove so I won't burn stuff anymore--the oven temperature needs to be callibrated or something, they said. When C came home from work, he told me how his coworkers were all impressed that I had gotten people to come out to our house so quickly. That's always flattering. I like when my husband says people are impressed with his wife! :) Guess I need to get going. I am working on household chores. We got security service yesterday along with everything else, and I am cleaning up after all of the holes were drilled in the walls and doorframes. I don't mind. It's still reassuring to have monitored security in an unfamiliar city. Time to finish cleaning, I guess. Blog ya later, peeps! And don't piss me off! ;) (just kidding--but don't) Take care, R December 11 This is going to be short . . .I'm still nursing a wrist injury from when we moved in to this house, and I keep having to lift heavy things. UGH! I finally just had to BUY a wrist wrap because I couldn't find my own! Still don't know where the dishes are . . . Well, there isn't much going on, really. There are some things we were supposed to have finished after closing, but we haven't heard anything from the builder since then. They are on my sh*t list right now. I'll have to think about contacting the BBB if I don't hear from them soon. I'm tired of being nice, and it's getting me nowhere with them. Can't really type much. It hurts and I'm supposed to be in bed anyway. I banged my knee today, and it's really hurting. I have a bag of frozen cherries on it right now. And before that I tripped over some remaining rebar in the front yard and hurt my foot. Hey, it was dark! But I feel like a walking disaster area today. Better try to sleep again. My knee is nice and numb. Good night! R December 08 Beddy-by TimeKiddo's in bed, mommy about to go night-night . . . We get a trip to San Antonio on the 22nd and 23rd--I can't wait. Homemade tamales! Mmmmmmmmmm . . . My hand would go numb trying to type all of the "M"s I would need . . . It's cold here, colder than you would think it would get in Texas. It was in the low 20s last night, and it's below freezing again tonight. Highs in the lower 50s. In SA, it's still in the mid-60s for the high. I can actually get away with wearing sweaters in December--don't get to do that very often in SA, usually not till February if we're lucky. It's not even THAT far away, which makes it really weird for me. It's far when you are driving to SA from DFW after 7pm and you know you won't make it until 11:30 or midnight, but geographically it's not that far. Well, better go get cleaned up and tucked in. Thanks for reading my little blog here, such as it is. Take care, R P.S. Any comments on what you would like me to write more about are always appreciated. More about bipolar disorder, treatments, everyday life, how my friends and family deal with my disorder . . . ? Whatever you are curious about. Let me know, 'kay? December 07 Oops!It's been 3 days now and I've neglected my blog! Oh, geez, sorry, peeps! I guess I forget sometimes that there might actually be people READING this, and just the same blank space might get pretty boring! As far as moving in, unpacking is progressing. A couple of boxes a day. They're mostly smallish boxes, but a box is a box. Everything I've gotten to lately just goes straight in the dishwasher or in the clothes washer. I don't know what creepie crawlies might have been in the storage unit, not to mention the various sprays and contaminants meant to keep such creepie crawlies OUT that our things might have been exposed to . . . Just wash it all. Takes time, but I think I'll feel better about it. Hmmph. A bulldozer is driving around in the street outside. Still building going on around here, I guess. I have a lovely window here to look out of while I type. It's a nice study to spend some time in. Still sparse, mind you, but I'm planning on getting some pictures on the walls or something in the next couple of days. We realized when we moved in just how junky a lot of our stuff looks, mostly because this house is new and nice and our stuff is cheap and old. If we can manage it, I'd like to upgrade some of our furniture pieces, even if I have to buy them all used on Ebay. We don't get cable out here, or an antenna signal, so we were kinda forced to get DishTV yesterday. So far so good. But we haven't watched it much. Mostly doing house stuff. That's probably why that's all I write about here! Or else my baby or my depression . . . Hey, my life sounds dull to me sometimes. I guess it could be duller. Anyone who has read my profile might know that I've been interested in curling. I only tried it once, but it was fun and I think I was kind of good at it for beginner's luck. I would like to try it on a regular basis, get some training, maybe compete some, just to have something interesting to do. But the closest place to do it would be in Dallas, and that's about an hour from here. Then there's the money. Then the babysitting. How would I be able to get there regularly? Would I be able to? I'd hate to make a commitment and find out I couldn't do it. Then there are all of the house responsibilities right now . . . I guess I should try to work it out sometime. I am getting pretty bored here. And I need to get out and be around people sometimes, ya know? Might make this blog more interesting. But then maybe the cabin fever, bipolar, depressed, lonely housewife aspect is interesting to people? Maybe. (I think I'm going to get tagged for the phrase "lonely housewife" again!) I guess you can watch me go crazy right before your eyes on this computer here. Watch it . . . Here it comes . . . Wait for it . . . Wait for it . . . THERE! I did it! I'm crazy! :) Well, I'd better wash up for dinner. My hubby and I are going to partake in some CiCi's pizza later, enjoying the benefit of free buffets for toddlers with fussy appetites. ;) Maybe I'll just wear stretchy pants and make the image of housewife and mom complete. Who knows? I'll wing it. I'll let you know tomorrow. ;) Take care, R December 04 Small luxuries . . .Little things--like eating at a table, sitting on a sofa instead of the floor, sleeping on a mattress--seem like big things today. It's nice to have some furniture and have some of my things back from storage after so long. I really missed having my artwork and photos around, and now I have some dishes, too. Some of my things got damaged in delivery. My desk, for example, lost the ability to have one of it's drawers. The ability to have the drawer even IN PLACE is gone. The piece that held the drawer in place completely shattered. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I guess that's what you get if you don't hire professional movers, and sometimes even if you DO, I imagine. Oh, well. But one of the good things about this house is one I might well have overlooked, and that is the dishwasher. It is the quietest one I have ever had. And I'm talking about all of the ones I had as a child on up to this point, all were noisemakers. But this one has a delay setting, an antibacterial cycle, and it's quiet as a mouse. I love it. Didn't even think it would be so nice to have one like this, but it sure is. We even watched tv while it was running. Nice. I just got fed up with stress yesterday. I think I've had a pretty rough week, calling people, making sure things are taken care of, moving things by myself, trying to take care of a cranky boy and cranky mommy, feeling alone . . . It's been tough. And I had moments where I felt appreciated and moments where I felt like I wasn't. And I knew I had to do all the chores left for me. I knew it was my job and that C needed my help. That's what a marriage is--teamwork! But it was hard. And sometimes I feel like I have the harder things to do, especially when dealing with a toddler at the same time. It really isn't easy. And I finally took a little break last night to enjoy having my computer and having all of the things in one place and being able to unpack at a more leisurely pace . . . C got upset because I didn't help him with the baby. In all fairness, he did ask, "Do you want me to put E to bed?" So I thought that meant it was optional. That's not what C meant, though. I guess I didn't read his mind. So he got upset. He apologized later, but I felt like a lazy bitch. I didn't put the rabbit to bed when he wanted me to, either. I was just going to do it later, that's all. But he made me feel like I wasn't pulling my own weight. And I know he's been busy, too. He's even had to drive all the way to San Antonio with my father-in-law to get our stuff out of storage. And it's not like I didn't appreciate all of those things. But geez--I just took a freakin' break. Now I feel like I'd better not drop the freakin' ball today or I'll really hear it . . . He's not the kind of guy who treats me like a slave or acts like I need to fit in to a "woman's" role at all. He's a very enlightened man, my husband. Very sweet and considerate. I guess stress got the best of him yesterday. Add to that 2 days straight with my "good 'ol boy" father-in-law and you have a recipe for an angry husband. I forgive him. I just don't know if I forgive myself. Really. I know I should, but I know I have so much I should be doing. Just blogging here feels like such a guilty pleasure when I know I have so many rotten chores coming. Bipolar disorder rears its ugly head again. It's just those moments where I hate myself, feel depressed, guilty . . . I hate it. I hate the mental handicap. I try, but . . . Anyway, back to the grind. I'm sure my coffee is cold, too. Better get some things done . . . Blog ya later. Take care, R December 02 Partially Moved InMost of the stuff from the apartment is in the house now, and we slept overnight here, albeit on the floor on a futon mattress. E only slept in definition, since he was mighty hyper after the in-laws brought some stuff in. And he really loves his cousins here. He had a great time running around while they unloaded the trucks. Our armoire looks beautiful here, always looks prettier than I remembered. I have only seen it once or twice, except in pictures. It's nice to have a real piece of furniture that isn't all veneer and MDF. I think having a home will help my mood some. The tiny apartment just highlighted how lonely and bored I've been. Sure could use some friends here . . . But I will try to be patient. At least I have something to DO now, while I fix up this house, unpack, line the drawers, do laundry, clean our pieces from storage, make up beds . . . Right now I'm waiting for our fridge and our sofa to be delivered. E and I are really under the weather. It snowed two days ago, melted mostly yesterday. We are really dependent on tissues right now. And I always need coffee. Guess I should go now. I really don't have time to be typing here, I just wanted to let folks know what was going on. C is in San Antonio getting our stuff out of storage, and I am supposed to get the rest of our stuff from the apartment and start unpacking here. Guess I'd better get started. Take care, R |
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