Last Full Day of Life

One year ago today, Mom lived her last full day of life. "Come when ya can, hun," were her hast words to me spoken over the phone. I miss her so much. Death is so final. It is hard to comprehend that we all must die. I think that most of us are in denial somehow. If not, why do we get so caught up in day to day mundane goings on? If we fully understood how short of a time we have as living beings on earth, would we live differently? I think so. After thinking like this, I have almost decided to sell my rent house, pay off this house, quit my creepy new job, and travel with Barry. We don't have long to live, even if we live to a ripe old age.

My new job is located right around the corner from my house. It takes me one minute to get there; I'm off on fridays, and I work 6 or 7 hours a day. Sounds ideal, huh? Well, it only pays $10 an hour and my boss is a male chavanist. He is my trainer and I am the only one in the office besides him. It is creepy. I don't like it. But I am going to continue on until hopefully one of my applications will impress someone else.

Barry and I spent the weekend in the country. Beautiful cool crisp weather surrounded us. The smell of burning leaves was relaxing. We moved some furniture up there and some other furniture back here. I'm getting tired of moving furniture. Our bedroom in TC is looking good with new curtains and new (old) furniture.

Barry wants to buy an old 30's buick to travel in style. I told him we would have to get a vintage trailor to pull for the dogs. We could put a tiny a/c in it for them. hehe. Ideally, we would have no animals to travel with, but how do you get rid of your animals? They are family.

I am lamenting having to go to work in an hour. I wish we were rich. I saw on tv yesterday people who owned their own islands. That would be nice.

Off to eat breakfast....