The woman I thought was Kristy that Carolyn was pictured with that I asked about and didn’t receive an answer on wasn’t Kristy after all because she was tagged in other pictures by a different name.

Just for the hell of it, even though LG doesn’t let its users block numbers for some crazy reason, I tried the two numbers I found on ZabaSearch for Johnson but they were out of service.

Went to Goodwill earlier and found a couple of cute little fairies, but then accidentally dropped one, breaking off its arm so I didn’t get anything.

On the way back we stopped at a park near where we live that’s just past the golf course. I’ve been trying to think of places to go when I want to get out that don’t cost money and that wouldn’t have any tempting food we shouldn’t be having. So I thought, why not go to the park and enjoy the fresh air and swings? One is never too old for that, are they? But I don’t want to go play on the swings and slides with a bunch of screaming brats so we decided to go real early some morning, like maybe next weekend.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised that Bob was in construction because until they get too old to really have a steady hand like he’s gotten to be, they make shitty neighbors. They’re always working on some loud, annoying project and always outdoors tinkering with things. Jesse was in construction and he was that way and then there was that contractor down the street who moved a few years ago. If you want to listen to power saws and hammering and other things, then a present or former contractor is a great one to have for a neighbor.

I was thinking about a dream I had in 1995 of my maternal grandmother telling me to pick new dreams and goals when I was all upset about not being able to have the kid I thought I wanted. Ever since then, I’ve wondered about the dream and if it could have been her reaching out to me from the other side. I don’t know, but there was just something about it. I just don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way she said what she said. This was just days after she’d been dead for 9 years.

I don’t know if it meant anything or not, but if it was her, then it proves there’s no hell. If a woman could abuse her two kids into becoming abusers themselves and not make it to hell, then I’d say Tom and I have absolutely nothing to worry about. It would also show that our dead loved ones know everything that’s going on with us. Not sure I care about that one, but I definitely wouldn’t mind knowing there was no hell even though I would prefer to know there was absolutely nothing instead. I don’t want to be in any kind of afterlife. I want to just be dead when my body is clinically dead.

Last night I had a dream I was comforting a 48-year-old woman who started to suffer the effects of perimenopause. I’m so glad mine has gotten better! The hot flashes are tapering off and instead of having them throughout my entire day, they’re coming at the end of my day.