Last night's trip to Reata South was an exercise in frustration for all concerned. Nothing dramatic happened, but I came to realize that I STILL think I can help fix this. I cannot. Neither of them want to let go of anything. Mom turned out to be unwilling to leave and therefore, not much got accomplished. My Sister's willingness to defend Mom's position on this has me baffled. Oh well. I will assist with the boxing up of stuff to move stuff out of the kitchen. It will be stacked elsewhere. Where it goes is none of my concern. I am powerless to fix this. My sister is 35 years old; I'm offering an assist and she's refusing it. Her life, her decision. I need to stop adding to everyone's frustration.
And speaking of frustration, Hell's Bells. On my way home from Reata South last night, I was stopping for a McDonald's ice cream cone, because, well, I use food. I'd recently changed purses and dropped all of my change into my change container at the house and I was out of folding money. McD's has their vanilla cones on for 49 cents and I'd managed to scrounge up enough car change to buy myself a new dimple on my ass. Except when I got to the drive thru, ice cream was no longer on sale, I didn't have a dollar seven and I wasn't about to use my debit card for that. But it sure did make me the Mayor Of PissyMoodVille until I had to laugh about it. Sometimes the universe has to slap me around a bit before I will take notice. I did seriously consider going to an ATM because I WANTED that damned ice cream. I did finally stop and think how much better I was going to feel if I just went on home - hell, it was almost ten pm anyway! Sheesh. Tender Mercies and all that.
Did get a bit of good news yesterday over some left-over legal wrangling. Actually won a skirmish with a state agency/bureaucracy. That almost never happens. Plenty to be thankful for on that and all counts, really.
Back on the bus again today. I'll remember to take my ID to the gym and things will be better today.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Sweeping my own side of the street.