Happy Day 34 Apricots

These were my neighbor's. She asked us to pick them all while she was on vacation before the birds get them. It's a shame you have to pick them a little green, but the birds ate all her cherries!

Dream About a Tent City

Last night's dream was long and complicated so I'll just tell the end.

My boyfriend made some pretty shady friends and we got dragged along with them by plane to their home base. Once we landed, I was furious with the way my boyfriend had gotten so wrapped up with his new seedy friends that he completely ignored my well being. After we landed he was nowhere to be found. Finally I found him in a house on the property sitting on the living room floor making a balloon animal for someone. I told him I came to say good-bye. He just looked at me blankly.

So I left and started walking back to California. I was wearing flip-flops and only had the clothes on my back. Eventually I came to the shoreline where it was twilight and the water was blue green. There was a tent city/ shanty town stretched for miles and miles along the ocean. I tried to keep moving, wondering how long it would be until I was too hungry to keep going. People were milling about everywhere. Some were minors. The tent city was very colorful. But it was pretty much filth and squalor. Various people tried to befriend me or distract me. One girl said we could get a motel room for $25 a night. I said, "Are you kidding me, I don't have any money," and she wandered off to look for another sucker. I befriended a couple. I was rubbing his shoulders. A young boy came up and said something to them, then wandered off. I didn't hear, but they started fighting over him. The man had wanted him to stay to perform some sort of favors. The woman said no way, don't you know he has another boy with him? It sounded creepy to me so I moved on again. It was getting darker. I didn't know where I'd be staying so I just kept walking. The tent city stretched for miles and miles. I wondered if my boyfriend even realized I was gone. I wondered how far away California was. I wondered how I was going to survive.

A Strange Mother's Day

My life has been a whirlwind of trips to and from Monrovia to clear out the house my boyfriend's mom lived in (and subsequently died in). So much stuff it's backbreaking. Right now I'm at the point where I can't pick anything up off the floor because it hurts too much.

We are back home again still waiting on the death certificates before we can proceed. Once that happens we'll have to rent a moving van and storage facility, finish cleaning, and hopefully the buyer won't back out before all is said and done. We are selling the mobile home as is, but in her opinion that means whack $5000 off the price. But I'm not the executor and it's not my decision to make. I would have dumped her at the get-go and found a buyer who was easier to work with.

My real task is to lend moral support, clean as much as I can, and maybe sell stuff on Ebay down the road. My daughter helped by taking a lot of the furniture, toys, and doodads off of our hands.

Mostly I just wanted to vent because it's Mother's Day and Joyce was like a 2nd mom to me. So I'm either going to cry or get mad. Seems I only have 2 modes today.

At least we are at home today and it's a beautiful day. The tanagers are back. A chipmunk was just drinking from the water bowl. I need to go outside and fill them back up. The birdbath is empty. It's so hot the water evaporates. I guess I should move it into the shade.