This morning I’ve been looking for other blogs to read. All I have discovered is that I don’t know what I’m looking for.
First I searched for “borderline personality.” It’s not me that has it and I don’t care about his troubles. If you love me be nice to me, pretty easy I think.
Maybe I’ll look next for rooms with gabled ceilings decorated in a slightly victorian way. I’m a minimalist but I want my rooms up here to be pretty. I have decided to install a closet in the smaller room, and make room for the wee grandbabies play ‘pak cribs. I’m going to bring all of my things out of his bedroom up here and move my office up. He can have the “family”room. I’m going to put the playroom things into my living room, it has no tv and needs more life.
I hope to make a deal this week with a local shopkeep. She wants to sell my stuff on consignment. At this point extra sales or not, I wouldn’t mind her storing my inventory.
I haven’t heard a word from the spouse. His dad left a voicemail about fishing today. If they do that I will have some good time available to move myself out of his bedroom.
I wonder if I’m numb or if I really don’t care anymore?
