Geez. This isn't an October moon, it's a menomoon. What happened? This mood is new and dark, like I'm in a Bette Davis movie, sometimes Baby Jane and sometimes Sweet Charlotte.
Between that and having the dizziness problem again, I haven't completed the chart. Just the fricking moon on the fourth attempt. I may just do the vine and a few leaf colors which would give you a good idea of the colors and such, and all may be for naught because you may not even like it. I only took 1/4 of the Antivert so hopefully I will be able to stitch this evening.
Tomorrow is my last day with my car and I'm hoping I'll be OK to drive. My sister can't wait to get it and I will miss it so. I love that car, the liftgate window that opens, the comfort, the visibility. The car I asked "what idiot would be seen in that color", and then bought two weeks and 57 hot flashes later, the car that allowed me to find it in the lots without missing a beat when rushing home to take care of mom, the car I took her to all her appointments in, for ice cream, the car I drove to her funeral. Oh here we go! Now the weepies are starting. What the hell!!!! Anyway, as expected, I leased the sunset color Escape with the chrome package that will be in tomorrow. And as we passed the pearl white Forester on the road this morning, I had regrets. Expected. Nothing new. Just the pattern of a person who lacks decisiveness. That's why I asked for a six month lease but the shortest they offered was two years. He snickered a little so I messed up papers on the bastard's desk when he left for a moment.
In other mundane news, no calls have been returned about computer repair so I am still cussing like a sailor (which I think is an insult to our Navy) every time I have to hit a key four times to register on the old one. My sister is driving me nuts about the registration and plate transfer, new insurance, and basics of a car trade that she should be doing on her own. My brother had to say goodbye to the kitten with the bad leg as it left for a shelter in Erie. He took such good care of him for over two weeks and has always kept the stray that is "not right" for fear of others' abuse. His Peanut was relentless in attacking and hurting this little guy so he had no choice. My cousin in MN has progressed greatly in her dementia and may have to leave the wonderful facility and move to a mental facility. So sad and upsetting. So while Mark is golfing I will make a cup of coffee and relax outside. Not in the swing though, I'm dizzy enough. I bought mums to replace the summer flowers but they don't fool me. My season is over and I'm crabby as hell. Maybe a bad case of crabass sent me into the Bette roles.
Enjoy your day
Thanks for putting up with me.