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Dogsitting
Nov. 1st, 2007 05:55 pmDogsitting
Again, haha. But I like it. Patty and I went to Goodwill for a while, got a green v-neck, pinribbed cotton sweater. We did some yardwork, then went shopping for tap shoes for her. Her daughter is a dance instructor, and she and Kay decided to take tap. The shoes were really nice, $60, & though the lady took $10 off, that's a lot. Kay isn't going to be able to pay for a pair that nice, though. Darn.
I wouldn't take dance if you paid me, I'm that uncoordinated, though it sounds like fun. For only a few minutes a year, I could probably sing on key, or manage some dance steps. I could analyze the reasons for that to death, and not come up with a solution, so, ha, forget it.
We came back and did some yardwork, & it was good for me to do something, even if it wasn't much. We're neither of us much on yard work, but 2 makes it better. I dug up a few foot high redbud trees from her front garden, yanked some weeds & raked leaves.
Patty and Laura, the dance instructor daughter are going to a mass tonight for Laura's dad, I guess Patty's ex-husband. He died about a year ago, car accident I think. Kinda young, maybe 60 at most.
I found some of the things I thought my brother stole, in my room. In a way, it's a relief, I can trust him more than I thought, but then, can I trust myself? This happened once before, right after I started taking a prescription antidepressant. I haven't taken it in a year, so I doubt that's the problem. I think I'm just depressed and paranoid from many years of living like shit.
Again, haha. But I like it. Patty and I went to Goodwill for a while, got a green v-neck, pinribbed cotton sweater. We did some yardwork, then went shopping for tap shoes for her. Her daughter is a dance instructor, and she and Kay decided to take tap. The shoes were really nice, $60, & though the lady took $10 off, that's a lot. Kay isn't going to be able to pay for a pair that nice, though. Darn.
I wouldn't take dance if you paid me, I'm that uncoordinated, though it sounds like fun. For only a few minutes a year, I could probably sing on key, or manage some dance steps. I could analyze the reasons for that to death, and not come up with a solution, so, ha, forget it.
We came back and did some yardwork, & it was good for me to do something, even if it wasn't much. We're neither of us much on yard work, but 2 makes it better. I dug up a few foot high redbud trees from her front garden, yanked some weeds & raked leaves.
Patty and Laura, the dance instructor daughter are going to a mass tonight for Laura's dad, I guess Patty's ex-husband. He died about a year ago, car accident I think. Kinda young, maybe 60 at most.
I found some of the things I thought my brother stole, in my room. In a way, it's a relief, I can trust him more than I thought, but then, can I trust myself? This happened once before, right after I started taking a prescription antidepressant. I haven't taken it in a year, so I doubt that's the problem. I think I'm just depressed and paranoid from many years of living like shit.
