April Feels Like Winter

I have nothing good to say. This is a blog full of complaints, whining and I may throw in some despair.

First, the house still hasn't sold. This is where the despair part comes in. I am so depressed by continuing to live here that I am thinking of far out ways to leave. Drop the house to $100,000 so anybody can afford it. Just leave... close it up... stop paying real estate taxes and say, "Fuck it." That's probably nothing I'd do, but I think about it. Dropping the price to an outlandishly low price is in serious contention. What is money when my emotional health is in jeopardy.

Second, the weather continues to be depressing. It's cold. It's windy. Things are growing slowly. It's not spring.

Third, my next door neighbors have again started off the "outdoor" season by playing their music too loudly. The good thing is I actually met the guy over the winter and we chatted so approaching him about the music shouldn't be that big of a deal. Right? Ha! I *hate* this type of issue -- an issue that shouldn't be an issue at all if people are reasonable.

Ron has been dead almost 21 months. It's pushing two years. Living in this house, though, is holding me back from moving on. Though I've replaced the kitchen table set and area rug underneath in the kitchen, and the recliner and the sofa in the living room, with a new area rug on order, it is still Ron's house. I hate going down those treacherous (to me) stairs to do laundry. I hate having to go downstairs in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I pretty much hate living here. I continue to be sad a good part of the time.

Gas is at an all-time high of $4.00 a gallon, give or take a few cents. Purchasing the Ford Escape, which is only getting 23 MPG, when I did was a bad idea, but I don't regret it. I love it.

My dear friend Elsie died about three weeks ago. On the night of her wake, we got word that Lady (her paternal aunt) died. Elsie was 74. Lady 97. There's been too much sadness in Greenville for me.