Liza asked me if she could read this journal. I guess I hadn’t considered how it might be awkward to share private thoughts online. I don’t have such reservations. I’m an open book. I would say, though, that I have a purposefully minimalist blog and I don’t post on big social media sites. The people that care about me know about this blog. The rest don’t need to know it exist. But I did intentionally make it public and I don’t care who reads it.
My sister is concerned about my grandmother’s driving habit. My grandma definitely should not be driving. I have told her this. My sister has told her this. Her nurse / carer has told her this. But she does it anyway. So I suppose the next step is to take her car away. I tried to make her reason and get her to voluntarily give it away, but she’s a danger to herself and other at this point, so if she won’t listen I’ll have to put my foot down and that sucks. It really does.
Work is continuing on the house. I’m excited about it because it means a return to normalcy, but it also sucks that I’m losing so much money on this. Sigh… it is what it is.
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