These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, July 07, 2014
Yeah, I'm going to hell
"My bathroom is being redecorated, and I only have the one …" Not exactly untrue, just not true. My bathroom won't be done by then, but it will certainly be useable.
"The hole in my living room wall has to be repaired, and that could put my ac out of commission." OK, that's a lie. I mean, it could have an impact on my ac, but that's not likely. And besides, I'm not even having that done in August.
I love my cousin and honor how much she has always loved me. I can't think of a time that I've really needed her that she hasn't been there for me ... and I'm talking about the whole of my life.
But damn, she gets on my last nerve. When I visited her last fall, celebrating my birthday, I couldn't wait to get away. Everything I did or said was wrong or stupid. She wasn't always this argumentative, just since her shattering divorce about 15 years ago.
She's going to stay the weekend with a cousin on her dad's side (we're related on her mom's) and I'll see her either Saturday or Sunday.
It's better this way. I just wish it wasn't.
Posted by The Gal Herself at 7/07/2014 06:29:00 AM 5 comments:
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