Happy 4th, I guess in New Chapters

I keep waiting to see part of our story on your, on this day page. I should let it go. 

Where's Mitch? We may never truly know. I know that I should care but honestly, I don't. Get someone to take his place and let's move on with this clown show that we're currently dealing with.

Seeing the mil this week. She's something. She's frustrating. Yes mom I know it's something that is still useful but the question is, is it useful to you? No. Then get rid of it. I offered to help her with the yard sale that will never happen.

Baby shoes. Those little shoes tugged at my heart. My children both would be grown by now. Grown little tyrants they would have been! Okay maybe not tyrants but I can tell you that they would have been loved. Properly raised? Probably not but loved, yes.

We stayed home. No fireworks for us. The closest we came was hearing the neighbors arguing this morning. We stayed in, curtains closed, the TV on in the bedroom for noise and trying to act normal as possible so the furry people didn't freak out. Only one ran under the bed for a while. I'll take that as a win.

My great nephew texted me a happy 4th. His mom did also. That was nice.

My brother texted me that he'd talked to our father today for about an hour. I don't care.

Thanks to some highly incorrect information from someone who obviously doesn't know what they were talking about dad's situation went from him being on dialysis to they're keeping an eye on his kidney function. He was sent home from the hospital only to return before even getting back to the home. Why? I have no idea.

Be careful what you wish for. You may just end up getting it. 

My youngest niece is going to see about getting poa over dad. Why? Why now? Her father failed at his little iota of power and lost that. None of us can get any information from the nursing home because he's legally a ward of the state. The hospital was more than happy to hand out information though. All I had to do was ask. That led to a whole world of other questions. How? Why? How do you know? 

I'm not one to gatekeep so I told them. I don't like it when someone tries to loiter a little information over my head so I won't do that to anyone else. If I know, and I'm at liberty to tell you I will. 

My dreams keeping taking me back to New York. An area I've never been to. It's a school, there's some art there, I'm with my former life but it's my current life that would want to see that. It's the same place. There's a rough area that I should avoid. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. Dreams are weird I know but I can't help but wonder what my mind is trying to tell me.

How does anyone really know if their dreams are normal? Is that a weird question to ask?

It's been super hot. The swamp cooler has been running pretty much non stop. The fan in the bedroom has been running non stop. My fan. His fan. The ac. 

We're blessed though. We're not Europe. We're not Venizuela. God help all those in need.