So I'm sitting here, fretting and worrying about what I can make for dinner (the cupboards are well and truly bare) and, like a guardian angel, my good friend Robert calls and says he's got something for me. So I go downstairs to the front of my building, and his car pulls up and he hands me a quarter pizza, a muffin and some cheesy bread! I couldn't believe it. I am so blessed to have such good friends like him.
The bathroom and kitchen are finally all tidied up and every trace of the maintenance i(including a piece of drywall) and I lazily let a lot MORE junk amass in the kitchen before I decided to get the place back in tip-top shape. It's funny, but you get depressed or whatever and everything slides.
The livingroom I am saving for tomorrow. I have to somehow find a place to keep my spare pillows and blankets. The single closet I have here isn't up to the task, but if I at least fold my comforters and put them in nicely it's better than just ramming it all in there.
I'm going to my Mum's tomorrow for a couple of days. A childhood friend of mine from the neighbourhood I grew up in passed away, and my sister was very close to him. Since we weren't informed and didn't get to his funeral, my sister arranged for us to go to Church and have a little memorial service for him. I would have preferred our parish church, but she made the weird choice of a church in the beaches. At any rate, I think it would be a nice gesture.
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