Sixty-seven
Peggy, No, I'm not ready for that yet. I'm not really a writer, anyway. I would so something with you. Though that may turn into babysitting, too. Well, she is a lot more powerful than me. When we are together out in the world, she doesn't let me disappear, no, no, that's not the word. Hide. She doesn't let me hide. The fear is that she will get enough of that shit and disappear. Then life will go dark. So I work. It is the best when we are like a game of Tangrams. So.....maybe.... Yeah, if I had the money, I would change this house. I've done some things, mostly painting. Kitchen floor, painted the cabinets, new ones are just not possible. New windows that I will be paying for for a few years, which is not too bad. New lawn, front and back, and I was able to do. So, slowly I guess. Painted bedrooms, my daughter left hers a hideous green. New siding, new furniture, new appliances, etc, etc.