With the fact that I have a lot going on, my caregiver announces best friend JM does not work for me right now. She is so much like my dad and I cannot explain in detail right now. I can say that she has scared me enough that having her in my home alone is not happening for a while, I invited her a couple of #@turdays ago and she said possibly. She never came over nor did she say she was not coming. I would have appreciated a text from her that she was not coming, and I told her so the best I could, and told her because she did not text she was not coming, I will not invite her for a while. Her response was ‘ok’. No apology along with it. It hurts my heart enough. I can no longer allow some things in my home. I am no longer happy living at Garden Court because the homeless getting in because other tenant buzz them in. There is one tenant, who is a male, gets in other people’s business and starts fights. Change and I do not mix well.I have to have warning about any change going on because it works better for me. I know it sounds weird and/or crazy, but it is true for me. I need time to soak it in. I have no idea why change and I collide, but I have not figured it out all these years. When I do figure it out, change and I will be friends, and I will be very happy to tell everyone—believe me, ok? Ok, good enough.
My caregiver DB mentioned something about the public library to me. Since the library is not open anymore today, we will call the library tomorrow to inquire about the free program called Hoopla. She went to the library the other day to inquire about the program for me, and a former student colleague looked into my library card and found some old fines I started to pay off, saw the lateness and of them, and waived them permanently. I am looking forward to looking into it tomorrow afternoon.woohoo.
Time to say good night. Good night everyone.
