I’m sitting here waiting on phone calls with my phone charging, my son sleeping and bored out of my mind. I can’t even decently argue on Twitter with the app. I prefer to see the whole conversation.
Things are moving fast, but in the right direction. Given the circumstances, I can’t tell about plans beforehand, but rest assured, I’m not just partying it up waiting for a miracle. I can’t change the fact that there are swastikas in my parents home, but I can say that they are not an insult to me. They are a total disregard for respect on not only my father but of my mother’s memory. My mom would be horrified if she saw the house she loved today.
Yes, it was a surge protector in the attic that caused the fire, but that was in no way intentional. The graffiti spray painted on the walls? That was a purposeful, hateful sign of total disrespect. And to add such a hateful symbol into the mix? In the home of a Veteran and the children of two WWII vets? Disgusting. And quite honestly, it speaks volumes on the type of people THEY are.
I’m going to begin a new chapter in my life with a fresh start. There are a lot of changes coming at us very fast and we’re choosing to embrace them. It’s actually freeing to tell you the truth. I would rather have someone who will tell me how things really are, than someone who will blow smoke. The truth isn’t always easy to hear, but it is always the right option. Telling the truth always means that you don’t have to remember who you told what. And my memory is shot on a good day, let alone right now.
I keep thinking that maybe I could just take a nap, but I don’t want to sleep through the phone… And I would.
More later before I give too much of a snoozefest for you.