Another rainy day

It's one thing if there's a rainy day.  Two in a row just suck. 

I guess our new landlords or landlord will be here this morning for the final inspection.  Landlord called and told me yesterday.  He also plans on mowing the lawn and saying his final goodbyes to us.  Why is what I wanted to ask, but I refrained.  My mom's response was far worse.  Bye Felicia.  First time I've heard her use that.  Interesting.

It appears that I'll be the one that's saying goodbye.  She's going to go to the food pantry tomorrow and she's hoping he shows up then.  She's over it and well, ok with me.  I guess it's my turn to deal with him.  I will be nice and more gracious than deserved.  I'll wish him well.  I have plenty I'd like to say but I'm not going to burn my bridge and I don't think he would get it if I told him what I really thought.  It's really just best to move on with grace.  It's my hope that he learns some hard lessons in life and gets it.  Do I think that will happen?  No. I think he'll always be that person that steps on others and pretends that he's the good guy. I just want peace back in my life.  That's all.  

I am not doing ok with the Joe Biden news and the cruelty that comes along with it.  There a serious cartoon about what Joe has dealt with in his life and I cried.  It's not fair.  That's life and it's not supposed to be fair.  I think just leave him alone.  You're not doctors.  Let that man have peace damn it.  Corinne found me the address for Joe's residence in Delaware.  It's my goal to find a Thank you card and write a letter of thanks and my hope for him to be healthy and live longer than all of us.  I wanted to when he stepped down but I never did.  If I do anything this summer, it'll be that.  I'm just not ok with what's happening to that nice man.

I am looking forward to the three day weekend.  At least nobody can get mad at me since we all have three days off.  Some will have more and I say good for you, if it'll make you not bitch when I take off.  That won't happen.  It just shocks me when I cover for others and then there's grumbling when I go through a period when I need off.  Sounds about right.

I'm going to get a Starbucks after my eyebrow wax on Saturday morning. Don't I sound like a fancy lady?  I'm behaving on sugar and doing better with tracking.  I might go into Boswell Books and move Jake Tapper's book into the fiction section.

Unless someone already did it.  I'm going to enjoy my morning of peace.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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