I hope a huge flock of pigeons descend on his car.
Mom is home. The home health/therapy ppl should get up with her tomorrow about scheduling appointments. She also needs to schedule a follow up appointment.
She wanted to drive home. Even though she is drifting to the left when she walks and with her hands some. I forgot to ask about it so they never explicitly said no. It's cleared up.
Tomorrow I'm running home and getting some more stuff and Matthew. He is going to come up and then we will have 2 people to drive and do errands and whatever
Another nearby house someone should buy: [link]
I'll stop. soon.
I'm not moving, but "Lauraville" does have a certain appeal.
H and I allowed ourselves to lapse into conversation about the present administration and the malignant preschooler figurehead. After complaining vociferously about how angry I am all the time, I speculated on how much I want footage of him, arms and legs wrapped around his gold toilet on Inauguration Day as the men in white approach with hypos and tasers--"Nonono! I don't have to go! This is mine all mine, you can't make me NOOOO!" I want him hauled out the front door in a straightjacket and a muzzle and loaded into a black van, and never to be seen or heard from again. "I want his memory erased from history, I want his administration removed from the history books, I want his utter existence struck through--"
H intoned, kindly, "You wanna sharpie?"
Timelies all!
So, so tired. Doesn't help that I'm stressed about the situation with Mr. S.(and frequently stressed by dealing with him)
This place is listed for less than what we paid for our place here in LA.
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This place is listed for less than what we paid for our place here in LA.
When my mother dies, I could basically sell this house, move to Baltimore, and retire on the leftover money.
Note that my parents bought this house for like $50K.
Been working on this, this weekend.
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Now I need to sand, stain, and put on doors to make a cabinet.
