Another Lovely Day

Yesterday (Friday) I took my blind friend, Bill, out to get a birthday card and present for his wife. He buried his mother on Thursday. Friday (today) was his wife's 50th birthday. What a pickle to be in! After he got his card and present, we went to Walmart to buy booze. Why? All of his family was in town for the funeral!

I was reminded of the times when my family gathered for funerals. Since the farmhouse only had two bedrooms, the rest of us spent one or two nights in a motel (Town and Country in Streator, IL). We saw our cousins and spouses so rarely that we congregated in the motel lounge at the end of the ceremonies to visit and catch up. The same funeral home in Streator has buried my entire family...both grandparents, mother, father, toddler sister, two uncles, one aunt, brother...not to mention the generations before.

Megan came by yesterday afternoon. I'm not totally sure why she was in town and not at work, but she ate some lunch that she had imported and took some of her things that I was cleaning out. (There is a lot!!) Then left for work. She is leaving for California with her boyfriend just before Christmas. Apparently they have marriage plans somewhere down the road. I didn't have the heart to ask if "they" want a family. I don't want to know the answer to that after what has transpired here...

I am not sleeping well. I'm not napping, so that isn't the problem. Past midnight, I wake up and look at the clock every hour or two. I leave the TV on all night, for company. Don't know if that's the problem, or what. This has been going on for awhile. Medicine related? Emotional instability? Will be looking into county services for depressed seniors. So far, I haven't found anything...

The Fort Wayne (IN) Hamfest was today and tomorrow. I didn't go. Have no money to squander and no radio "needs"...and didn't really want to make nice-nice with people who seem hell-bent on telling me what to do to feel better. Still, I wish I had gone, if for no reason than for the distraction for a few hours. It's a 3-hour trip up there and 3 hours back. Ugh!

For some reason, mornings are hell for me. All of my hurt feelings emerge in the early part of the day. Tomorrow is another day.