Days 93-90: July 24th-July 28th, 2013

I bid my final farewell to an old life, that I didn’t like anyway.  I mailed off my last Louis Vuitton bag.  It is freeing in a way.  I feel no longer tied to the old feelings towards my former friend.  Letting go of that bag was like letting go of my friendship with her.  I had no hard feelings about the bag, I didn’t care one way or another.  And that’s the same way I feel about her– no hard feelings.  I feel relieved, and I feel like I can move on with my life.  I don’t think she is a bad person, I think that sometimes two people should not be friends because of they bring out the worst in each other.

The last four days, I finished one side of the landscaping project I started a few weeks ago.  The rock is laid, I have new outdoor lighting.  Unfortunately, the hardest part of the job is to come– the other two sides have become overgrown with weeds, and it’s going to be tough to clear it.  Even though my parents have been somewhat of a help, my mom is starting to have negative lupus affects from the heat and sunlight, and cannot be outside more than an hour or so, and certainly not pulling rock or doing difficult landscaping.  My dad can barely stand unassisted, plus he is busy pouting about some slight that I have no idea about.

It’s frustrating sometimes living with an elderly parent, and it is slightly reminiscent of the visit with my mother-in-law.  He often behaves much like a 4-year-old.  A prime example of this is when I make food.  I make plenty of leftovers, which he says he will eat, then he doesn’t eat them the next day, and there’s no way the kids and I will eat all the leftovers, so my fridge is full of left overs that don’t get eaten, and I end up throwing away a good portion of food.  Plus, also like my mother-in-law, he has to have his snacks in order for his world to be complete.  I can offer him a nice variety of nutritious foods, and he goes for the salty snacks, or sweets.  Then complains when he doesn’t feel well.

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