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Monday, March 8, 2021
Color Me Vermilion
I am in a phase of transition. These times in my life are always tumultuous, no matter the planning, financing or the logistics, there is always some sort of drama that will be going on with my family over me moving a hundred miles north of Lexington, Kentucky.
I have already made the decision to not move anything but my bed and my parents' paintings. I do not feel I need to move my Italian pink leather living room furniture, it is too heavy and I will need to rent a bigger truck if I take it all.
Meanwhile, I am giving my furniture away to my nearest and dearest. That is working out very well, and I am minimizing as we speak LOL.
Accordingly, I will not be spending my stimulus money on a mover. Instead, I will go to the Goodwill store that is just around the corner from my new apartment, and find some new pieces for my living room. It will be fun!
I'm so excited I will have a dishwasher in my new place, I can't wait to cook again LOL. I put off cooking, because I know I have to do the dishes, it has always been that way with me. I had to do the dishes three times a day for our family of nine people, my sister Karen and I got the job...lucky us! when the landlady pulled out that dishwasher to show me the other day, I got so excited I almost forgot my name. It is such a relief to know all I will have to do is scrape, rinse and throw everything in the dishwasher when I'm done. I am that shy about doing dishes. That is putting it nicely. Ain't that America?
Last week, I woke up one morning and realized I was having an intestinal problem. I don't know why, but I had it all day that day and it continued throughout the week. After four days, it finally subsided, and now after three or four days of feeling just fine, this morning I woke up and there it is again!
It's not pretty, and suffice it to say, I need to go to the drugstore. I'm tired of this happening. Maybe it is simply because I'm stressed that my innards are in a donnybrook with each other!
Lord, please heal your child, who longs for good health. Amen
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