I took the entire weekend off. I didn't go in and work yesterday. I need my two-day weekends. And I've been a homebody for most of the time. It's Easter Sunday today. And guess what? I'm not going anywhere! I love staying home in my tiny little apartment, with my kitty. I have everything I need now. I tried sleeping in late, got up at around 8:45, with Nala crawling all over me meowing, like she is now. She's wanting to go out like she used to in the forest. But we can't, we don't live in the forest any more. It's raining right now, an even better reason to stay home.
Yesterday I worked on my website. I think I haven't done this in quite a while. I have an Easter page. Today I woke up and thought "what do I want to do today? I want to work in my website some more." And I will I think. I used to do this a lot, just surf the net looking for graphics and ideas for my website. I'm going to go back to the mystical fairy style again, like it used to be. I think it needs some new backgrounds.
Yesterday I also put together a little vacuum I have. A girl who moved out of these apartments gave it to me when she moved out. Along with a fridge and a microwave. The vacuum is so perfect. It's a tiny little Dirt Devil. I thought it would be really complicated to put together, but it wasn't. I think I've written about this before....I've come to realize that I can live with way less stuff than I ever thought. I've even managed to get a bag of clothes to donate.
I took care of a few things this week, going to the doctor and getting my lab-work done. To find out that my thyroid is okay. But that my cholesterol is a little higher than normal. And my doctor said that is I loose weight it'll get rid of that. So I'll be going back to see her in 3 months to get on a plan for losing weight. I have no idea how I'll be able to loose weight, I love eating too much. Nevertheless, I am okay. So I can assume that the hot flashes that I have every day at work are just that, hot flashes. Originally the doctor thought it was my thyroid, but now I know, it's the "change-of-life". Ah well, just what I need, another change.
Another issue I took care of, I called Larry. He's the guy up north who I had to get away from in a hurry. I don't know if I already wrote about this, but I called him Monday. He said he still has my belongings all wrapped up and in the basement. And that the bunnies are okay, running loose in the back area where the horses would normally be, but he has no horses. He's coming here to O.C. in June, but flying, so he won't be able to bring my stuff. But he promised that he would. We talked about other stuff too, but it's all irrelevant.
I read a good book too, by Louise Erdrich, called Shadow Tag. At the end the parents both drown and leave 3 kids to fend for themselves. I'm reading the author's other books too.
And I'm not sure if I wrote about this yet either, but about 3 weeks ago the manager of my apartments taped a 3-day notice on my door. It said that I owe $304. When I went down to ask her about it, she said that I still owe $154. And the rest was late charges. One doesn't have to have a Phd to know how upset I was. I kept all of my move-in receipts. And a few days later on a Saturday, I went in and cleared it up. They'd applied one of my money orders to another person's rent. So it really pays to keep receipts, especially the ones having to do with housing. And yet, I still don't trust people. I always expect that people are tying to steal from me and rip me off, thinking that I will take it. And then they are so surprised to find out that I am smarter than that. I tend to expect that others aren't honest.
I've been feeling a little irritated at work. And I wonder if I'm not trying to self-sabotage myself. I'm watchful of this, the self-sabotage. Now that I am aware of it, I can check myself. I feel good other than that though. I'm way less stressed out, living here in my old town where I grew up. I guess I feel "safe" here. I know my way around.
My mother and I are getting along now, hopefully it'll stay this way forever. Life is much peaceful with a mother in my life. She's on vacation in warm and sunny Arizona. She's painting in acrylics and she sends me her pictures. Her blog is called Vivid Art. I've grown to find out that I don't need a father, but a mother, yes.