Good thing you had the Ranger, Dill! That sounds really scary with the coyote.
I watched whatever fireworks I could see from here, but never go to the actual congested places to see them. Your story, Rava, is a good reminder why!
I’m not in therapy, Jude. I haven’t had good luck with that. Someone gave me the name of an online therapy, and maybe I should try that.
If real estate could make someone happy, then that condo would: a beautiful view of a pond out back, with a view of gorgeous trees on the far bank! And out front, a view of a meadow. I should have taken it, and not been scared away by my own fears, plus the advice against taking it by a couple of naysayers.
But, alas, I think I’m too impaired right now to move. And it won’t make me happy. All houses feel like too much of an effort when I can’t get around very well. And, maybe someday I can move in with a friend or relative and split expenses. That’s what I would really like, I think.
So I need to hunker down and heal over the next three years as much as I can. Then assess what kind of living situation I can handle with however much function I get back. Right now, I need to keep it simple.
The part that galls me is though is having to pour money for upkeep into this place that I don’t even like much!

Ok, I’ll try to be done with that.
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