The Little Things

I have people.  They live far away.  If my brother in-law lived here, he could help with the blinds and get the bracket back up in my room.  If Corinne lived here, she would happily come over to help out and make things better.

I don't have these people close by.  That sucks.  I can watch a video on how to get the blinds down in one of my windows.  That's not a big deal.  We were worried about the bracket that got knocked off by the window guys.  We don't want to mess with the new window and do any damage.  My brother in-law might know how to do it but we may not see them for even longer than the spring because we don't know if my sister will be going back to work and they can take the time.

Sigh.  It's hard.  It's little things that would make a world of difference.  It makes me sound like I need a friend to help me put up blinds!  No, I just wish I had a friend nearby that I could help if they needed something and vice versa.  

Corinne is apparently sending money in the mail and wants me to give it to the food pantry that my mom visits.  I will happily do that for her.  That's very nice.  If she still lived in the area, I would be fine with taking her to appointments if need be since her husband takes care of her sister.

Sigh.  It's the little things.  We could ask Charlie but he is such a clean freak that we're too worried about him judging us.  It sounds silly and I'd like to ask but I'm apprehensive.  I don't know.  We'll figure it out.

I'm just relieved that I have off tomorrow.  I'm worried for my mom but she promised she would do better and we would work on getting her sugar down.  

It's hard.  Yesterday, when the diva sniped at me, I thought I had enough.  I helped her and all I ask in return is to talk to me with a little respect.  I guess that was a big ask on my part.  I dread our meeting today because I will have to present something to the group and I know there will be a shitty comment or two.

Sigh.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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