Saturday, August 29

Today I am grateful for:

Another sunny, clear day. Good days for getting things done.

We got a load of stuff to the dump today. Just more crap sitting around in the yard.

The woman who works at the dump had someone steal an old truck of hers, and BURNED HER HOUSE DOWN while she was away. She won't be homeless as she has a lot of family in the area, but she has animals at her place, and a person still needs to be out there a couple times a day to do chores and look after things. She didn't have insurance on her house, so won't be able to afford to rebuild or anything. So, here's the thing, my spidey sense is tingling. The burning the house down thing felt wrong. Like, she was still at work, and not a complete wreck. It makes you wonder too, was she/is she involved in something not good? This has the feeling that there is a story here somehow, not just a random act.

At any rate, I offered to let her try some of the clothes I can't wear anymore, as all of hers are gone. Maybe we can help her in some way. She seems like a good person.

We came home and worked a bit on the addition. We actually had to cut the studs on the walls we already put up, to be a few inches shorter because of how the joists are built. Hard to explain, but a very weird thing to have to do.

A phone conversation with my Trainwreck sister, and I think my Mom must have clarified that she is not going to live with her this winter, because now my sister is back to saying she's going to be homeless. I truly don't know what would help my sister, because I don't think she's even looking for a place to rent, like an apartment or a bachelor suite. She's just sitting out there crying about being homeless. If she came up with an apartment she was looking to rent, and said that she basically needed a damage deposit, our family would likely chip in and do that, or her kids. There are still things like small apartments or even suites at the motel she could look into.

A phone conversation with my Mom. She's sounded a lot more lucid the last several weeks, and I'm very grateful for this. None of us were sure she would survive her stay at the hospital, or if she could live at home again. She's getting some help, but she is still at home and at least her short term memory seems a lot better than it was.