On Monday, we get to look at the week ahead and plan for what will become of us. This week, I have absolutely nothing planned, I hope I get my economic stimulus check that the president promised me over 30 days ago, and I have to clean up my apartment.
I'm cleaning it up one square foot at a time, because I am lazy, I am not a housekeeper, and with all this time on my hands I have plenty of opportunity to straighten up the place.
Now that we have testing of bread coronavirus all over the state of Kentucky, I could get dressed and go have a test made. However, since February, I have been locked in my apartment washing my hands every 15 seconds, and I have tried my best to avoid my neighbors who are each one getting angrier and angrier as the days go by.
I am reading post on Facebook about my friend visiting my ex-husband, and boy is that fun!? I care about Tim Harman, he has a place called High on Art & Coffee. Since he likes to grow a lot of weeds, I imagined as soon as the laws change he will have one of the first dispensaries in the state. I wish him well, I just wish I did not see his picture every time I log on to Facebook.
On March 20th, my son celebrated his 47th birthday. My son does not speak to me, he does not hug me when he sees me at weddings, he does not send me a Mother's Day card or a birthday present, he does not call or visit me, and so I feel like if I don't send him a birthday present this year, it won't matter one bit to him. I do have something to send him, but I will take my sweet time doing it. I am no longer kissing the ass of people who don't care one thing about me. My son does love me, but his wife does not love me, and so he cannot talk to me or visit me or be nice to me in public occasions. It is a sad sad case for him.
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My grandchildren all love me, they never got to visit me when they were growing up so there's a little bit of resentment they are, but I have resentment too. Not against them, but against their parents who did not make one effort to visit me over the last 10 or 20 years. It is hurtful, it is shameful, and if you're a Christian which they claim to be, it is against God's law to disrespect your mother.
If possible, before I die, I am going to the beach and search for seashells and sharks teeth for the rest of my life. That is what I want to do, and that is what I hope to do...
Peace to everybody,
Kimmy
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