There is some movie on I’m not paying attention to. Mike likes me to watch movies with him but he always picks some crime, cop, detective, mafia violent macho testosterone bullshit. I’m just not into that shit. The world is harsh enough in reality. Why subject yourself to more violence in your leisure time for entertainment? ( F that )
We went to Mike’s ex mother-in-law’s funeral this morning. He got along well with her. She was a sweet lady. We get along fine with Mike’s ex wife. I went mainly for my step kids. The funeral drug on and on. It was pretty drug out and awful. I sat there kicking myself for telling Mike I’d go but then I was trapped in the pew and couldn’t escape. After that we took Mike’s mom home to her townhome in St. Charles. Her younger sister has Alzheimer’s and fell and broke her hip a week ago and is in the hospital. Annette and her other sister have been going to the hospital every day sitting with Ceal and feeding her. Annette is 81 and was exhausted from a long week so we didn’t stay long after we took her home. Then Mike and I went to our old favorite Mexican restaurant in Bartlett for lunch but it’s changed owners and it wasn’t nearly as good so I was really disappointed. At least I was able to eat normally without feeling sick after my rough last week and my gut, so that was good.
Tomorrow morning I’m going over to Algonquin to pick up a Buddha head statue and then I’m going to the grocery store to get stuff to make some goodies. Then I’m going to pack and get the guest room ready. Monday I’m going to Peoria and having a swim party with the kids then I’m bringing Vicki here Tuesday. Mike is working from home Tuesday so he’ll be here to help me get Vicki in the house with her wheelchair when I get home. We don’t have any wheelchair ramps. I’m going to line up some toys and things for her to do.
My ex husband has been seriously ill and gotten a big jolting scare about dying. He’s changed. I rarely ever see him but my daughters keep me informed. He’s finally come around and realized a lot of stuff. We can actually talk in a civil manner now. His mother, 85, has also been ill. I get along with her too. Funny how time heals old wounds. I wish them both well.
I’ve been doing some more cleaning, purging, organizing, reorganizing, decorating. Our house is smaller than the old house, less storage space and no basement. I want to remodel the kitchen. I want new wood floors to replace the vinyl in the kitchen and carpet in living room. I want a recessed electric fireplace on the main living room wall and the TV mounted above it. I want permanent stairs built in the garage going to the finished attic. I want to pay the house off in two years. I want to carry zero debt. I may live a long time but I want all my ends tied up when I’m gone. I don’t want to leave any shit behind for my family to deal with. I’ve had to go through that and won’t do it to my survivors. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.