Making my very first journal entry as a very happily menopausal woman! Yes, it has been one year since the last crimson tide. :-) Amazed to have survived perimenopause as horrible as it was.

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It was a fun and relaxing weekend, as usual. It contained a good mix of activity and relaxation. He worked on his coding and I worked on my writing, but we also relaxed and did fun shopping on top of necessary shopping.

Can’t even get much peace in public here. :-( Loud music at Walmart, kids running unattended through Goodwill, music blasting while stopped at every other light…but it was still nice to get out. Even if we were rich, we would still shop at Goodwill at times because it’s always full of surprises. You just never know what you’re going to find there. Last time he found a camera to put in the carport at some point, and I found a figurine of a Doberman. Definitely nothing I’d want to come across in real life but makes for a cute decoration.

Lacking winter nighties to lounge around in, I found a pink long-sleeve fleece nightgown with roses in size medium for just a few bucks that’s very warm and comfy. I don’t mind if an article of clothing is used as long as it’s clean and in good condition. Bras and panties are where I draw the line, though. Jail will always be the first and last time I wore used undies.

I expected my nails to look worse when I removed my polish to redo them, but they look the same, maybe even a little better.

The night before last, that fucking motorcycle that sometimes visits someone around here late at night woke me up as I was falling back asleep at 10:30 after getting up to pee, but last night I slept great.

Just when I thought the new people with the gold van or whatever it is in Ralph’s house would be quiet after all, there was a U-Haul there yesterday for a while, although they weren’t exactly noisy. Just some door slamming. Some of my worst neighbors have started off quiet, though I don’t expect them to be a problem in a place like this. Then again, I didn’t expect motorcycles to wake me up at night here either, so we’ll see. The one further down hasn’t sold yet.

Because it’s good to organize and rearrange closets and drawers every year or so, I was thinking I would do the master closet and hall closet today. Tomorrow I’ll do the hutch, kitchen and desk drawers. Wednesday, the bathrooms.

Last night I dreamed that we were in someplace that seemed to be pretty remote. I was waiting for Tom to return home one evening, and we were replacing old appliances. It was almost spooky-remote and while I wasn’t literally worried in any way, it was easy to imagine how easy it would be for someone to break in, kill me, and get away with it as opposed to in the city. Not that it would be impossible in the city, of course, but less likely not to go unspotted with so many witnesses so close.

Then Tom was home and we were both hanging out in what looked like a really long bedroom. I was relaxing on the bed and he was sitting at a desk that was behind the bed. When I imagined some intruder suddenly bursting in and running through the place toward us, I realized I wouldn’t necessarily be any safer with him there since I was stronger and in better shape in some ways.

I’ve lived in remote places before, and the wildlife worried me much more than potential intruders. I don’t think the dream means anything either way because I don’t see us getting a place that remote or old. It really depends on a lot of things like price and location. Rather than put more money into a newer place that may not be in an ideal location, I would be willing to get a cheaper, older place where we had money left over to fix up and make what we wanted it to be. The sale of this place will definitely give us the money right away for things like furniture and appliances, but I don’t know about big things like floors and windows. That may take a little more time.

Dixie replied to the email I sent this morning saying Diane is going back to the program. Great, now I have to listen to that loud obnoxious Pride bus again, LOL, but I’m glad she’s doing better. She said she’s going back with a cane, and they’ve got someone to help them since she can’t help her walk when they’re out together since she can barely walk herself. She says she doubts they’ll want pictures taken this week, so she can let me know when she’s ready for them.

Aly told me she hasn’t started Shane yet because she’s waiting for a couple of friends to finish a book she also read so they can all discuss it. Well, I don’t see what one has to do with the other, but that’s cool.