late november in purgatory
It's been awhile because I've had people to speak to and Tik Tok to broadcast to. It's been a wild ride of mostly stress. I go from hope to despair like a pingpong, but mostly find myself dropping into the hope side like it's a drug. And it is. It offers me all the same things. But here's the rub, each time I think it's done, something changes. In this case, my mother has left. Now it's about her estate, and was there one? The house appears not to have been sold. Was it transferred? Was there any money left? Whew. The house got listed as sold, but I still think I could put in an offer through the real estate agent. I strongly suspect they delisted instead of sold. Nothing about it physically has changed. Not the furnishings nor their arrangment. So it's wait and worry and hope and wonder. On other topics, I finally got someone to help me get somewhere with the system. It's not fast, but it's supportive and that's enormous as I move into...