Looking through the online Ikea catalog because I’m thinking about what to do about the kitchen. I think anytime I redo a kitchen or a bathroom from now on I will tile it from ceiling to tile floor.
And then I turned to the food section and saw salmon with hollandaise sauce and realized that the last time I had hollandaise sauce was when I made it with Daddy during their August 10 to 14 (?) visit in 2013. I’m sitting here looking at a cedar in my back door neighbor’s yard. I remember when it was planted. I’m lost in the past except for my promise to Gerard Butler to get my life back on track and start rock climbing in preparation for completion.
I sit, looking at the cloudy sky, cry and think about pushing Daddy off the porch, about picking a fight with Kevin, pray and ask for forgiveness. “Why Mama? Why did you have to leave? Why did it take your leaving for Chris to act like a Brother, for me to move forward, for me to stop procrastinating?
My Brother the alcoholic pot addict: can’t just not talk with him. That’s childish and dangerous. He beat me up last Summer for not talking to him. I think I’ll do what Chris does: avoid him, but be civil. Kevin is a Loser. He creates so many problems for everyone. No one likes his attitude. In fact no one can stand being around his losing attitude He won’t listen. I wouldn’t listen before Mike left…
Got a phone call last night from Tom Madole. At 11 pm. I hung up and then left the phone off the hook and unplugged the modem while I took a shower. I think he got the hint that he should never call again.
Sacha, where are you? How is your life treating you? Are you happy? Are you moving forward? Growing?