Bo Bo got a haircut and other stories

Just a quickie. I just got home from work about five minutes ago. it’s 5:53 pm ET. I’m exhausted. Vickie picked me up from Sprouts. I ended up working an extra half an hour because of a schedule snafu.

Since I’m still mostly NOT working, thanks to that shot unconscious man who totaled my car, a Rav 4, and caused $7,000 worth of damage to a Chevy Trailblazer, I still can’t work a full schedule. I’m working on that, but it’s going to take time since, like everything else, since that accident, I have to work my transportation needs around Vickie’s availability.

It’s gotten so old. I am still tremendously grateful to have her, and sometimes, Rose, driving me places. I’m tremendously grateful I didn’t die. I’m also grateful no one else did. I’m grateful I had a great attorney, who helped me get through this hell.

I’m also bummed that nine months later, I still have no car of my own. Today, I’m feeling sad about what transpired between me and a man who tremendously improved my my life, only to break my heart about four times. Why the fuck did he even start anything with me, if he didn’t have the courage to follow through; he put the cart before the horse. For some reason, today, I’m feeling very sad about that and am crying a little. That’s going to take some time too. It always takes me a long time to get over emotional loss; my feelings run deeper than for most people.

My plants are bumming out me cause they were doing so well, but now might have pests and I can’t put the neem oil on them until Saturday because I just re-potted them.

How my plants look today.

In other news: Vickie took Bo Bo to get his hair cut. Yep, no more hippie locks for this little guy. At least he makes me smile and laugh.

I just wish I had the funds to just go, just leave, just move away and start my life over again. It’s kind of a Moon in Scorpio talent. Yep, that’s me.

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