Good Morning. My Great Grandmother, Faith, mother of my 100 year old Grandma Mary came through the light this morning. What that means is: When the lights flicker, or, like this morning, just turn on when the lamp is off, it’s Grandma Faith telling me to do something, or that she is proud of me, or some message. So, tomorrow, I am heading up to Big Rapids, to see my grandma Mary- who, incidentally, because of her Macular Degeneration- is listening to Tu-Pacs’ audio autobiography. My father does not approve. Oh well. He’s not her parent, he’s my parent. Remind me to tell you about Grandma Faith’s story about the gypsies that would camp near the Strange school in Grand Ledge.
So, I slept like a rock. I had a dream I was supposed to go to jail. In my dreams lately, I’ve been sticking up for myself. A lot. To some pretty tough characters that my brain makes up, or has met before.
My windows are going to be looked at today!!! I swear, I’m the last person in my condo complex who has the old windows. And yes,my screens are on the outside of my window. Surprise Bitch!!!!
So, I don’t feel a lot of sadness. I don’t feel his presence a lot or that often, like I used to, so I feel like I have moved on and as a result, so has he. And that is a true blessing. I feel like I can go back home, take a shower, get ready, clean my house, smudge, cuz the New moon is popping, and do what I have to do. I have to go to the pharmacy today. That is my only errand. And get gas. Woo Hoo!!! But? Am I blessed enough to do those things? You betcha.
So, I did a new map. Zachary, the part of Vicky, who is a part of Vickie, who is, apparently, under construction still, has a door with a hook latch. Behind this door are more cult memories. My therapist has been on medical leave, so there’s a lot of work I cannot do unsupervised. I need her guidance and experience. And it’s behind this door. Daphne, the 15 year old? Never heard of her. Never met her till this morning. However, I have noticed me being more adolescent/teenage like. It has been very frustrating for me. So, that waits.
Scrubbed the rug yesterday with mom. Did more grief work, but that has been read. Today, hopefully, will be a normal, life day. How bout that?
Here’s hopin’. Have a great day!