Desiree
My mother died this morning in her sleep. I cannot say I grieve her because she was such a distant presence already. You can call this cold, but then you haven't been keeping up. Last year I realized the way the world was, I didn't stand a fairy fart's chance in a traffic jam. I cannot escape the street and pain on my own. My teeth are shot, it's getting scary and I can't even just have them pulled. How I am coping is lots of teatree oil. That's one. The housing sitch. I could find housing under 500k that I can accept. Less? No. the whole business about being around 100k or so in debt won't help either. Now back to last year and I remembered that I predicted today, way back in my youth. I noted and knew the age of her and the age of me and it is indeed now. Which is fucking chilling really. She also went as I said, stroke in the night. Whew. So I siezed upon the idea, maybe her estate isn't depleted. Even if i...