Monday

Friday after work I went straight to Steve's, showered and got dressed for the fair. I have not been in 10 or 11 years, or at least that's the best I can remember, Anita (my daughter) was only 11 or 12 years old.

I know that Steve hated to go - that he was only trying to appease me after the week I had made it through. We had a very nice time. We went with another couple and brought along a very dear friend - like a brother to me and it was really nice. I could have spent more time looking at the Greek guys preparing my GYRO, but they probably get that all the time - seeing as how they are like mythological gods you know.

I spent Saturday mostly in tears - not from anyone ONE thing actually - I think it was a combination of everything. My son was rude to me - let me know his opinion of my moving back in with Steve, and allowed as how the rest of my family agrees. So with hurt feelings, I made the rounds of calls, to find out who and why they would discuss my decision with Bryton - but no one knew what I was talking about ? Could just be family drama and it could just be a 17 year old trying to bully me. Its getting to the point now that I have to shut down emotionally for awhile because they are all driving me to sheer insanity...I managed to get the couch, recliner, mattresses, and the new dining table put into storage. The rest is just boxes.

Went home to paint, and when the guys opened the paint can - it was green paint - not white. So that didn't get done.

Found out this morning that Anita is having a boy, and I'm SO happy !