waiting for lunch i saw in postal preview letter from auntie. i'm excited. i felt good so i went to mission and started tax ordeal. as expected ludicrous questions to wade through. bea recommended tax service and pay $130. i don't think so. it's a beginning. i have login written down. i'm taking my time. mom was always rushing me. i wonder if that's why tom is so slow. it used to aggravate me. now i think it's a challenge how slowly can i manage to go.
i put out bins. i could put them out early. sun night. mom always made a dramatic crisis of it. it's only garbage not the end of the world and yet i'm left with the feeling that isn't even mine that it's so important. no wonder she had high blood pressure. she was important to me. i brought them back in before i left for seniors.
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