I keep losing track of time. I guess it’s an old person thing. How horrifying. I get lost in something and suddenly, I’m going to be late, or I already missed something. Or I woke up early and then fall back to sleep and have to rush to get wherever I need to be.

For instance, I started this a couple of days ago. And didn’t get farther than the first paragraph. The youngest grandchild is having a costume birthday party. I might just wrap myself in a white tablecloth and go as the goddess Hera or Clytemnestra. If I told people I was going to be Penelope, they’d expect me to be a tortie cat. Greek classical references there!

Much, much later… I went to the party as Marge Simpson. My granddaughter made her own Garfield costume. The party was held in her mom’s vacant rental which is in the process of being rehabbed. The floors were done and the walls painted on the ground floor. I didn’t look to see what work was done, or not done, upstairs. Not my business.

I decided the maker space needs to have an art show. I’ve taken the lead on this event, because we have a really perky person setting up a sale event for September and she’s making me crazy with her “hyperness”. I doubt if she has any diagnosed problem, but she’s so darned excited about this event, it’s like being trapped in a squirrel circus. I’ve spent time with more laid-back two-year olds at the DreamPark.

The Boomerang Child is causing me mental problems. I’m ready to kick his ass to the curb, but that would still leave his stuff in my garage and upstairs that I would have to deal with. I don’t understand. The last thing I ever wanted was to move back into my parent’s house. I did it when I was getting divorced and it was horrible. Fortunately, all my stuff was in storage in Wisconsin, so it was no problem returning to the city I called home.

My house is not big enough for two people, even though I was told by an elderly neighbor that six males were raised in the house. My mind boggles at the thought.

So that’s my check-in for now. Peace and long life.