Working about a half a day at dad's house is about all I can do at a time. It just gets too hard. So I come home and all the stuff I have been neglecting the past couple years I find myself still ignoring. I either play on the computer or watch tv. Nothing is getting done at my house either.
I thought dad's cat was going to be getting along good with my 2 cats, but suddenly my Maggie decides she has to fight whenever she sees 150. This is something new. Wasn't there until a few days ago.
I know I am in no big hurry with dad's house, but I don't want it to drag on and on. I want to get "it all said done" before cold weather. I'm throwing stuff away, giving some away, and have a pile for a yard sale. I HATE doing a yard sale but I think I may need the money so it is something I am going to do.
Don't mind me. I hope to one day find myself again. Find the me that got lost while taking care of my parents. I don't know who she is, where she is. or what she would like to do with her life, but I am looking for her.