Back at home....

A whirlwind trip, for sure.  Left NC on Sunday, stayed in Florida for Monday and then headed back on Tuesday.

Things are still in the works.  My drug test and fingerprinting are in process.  I need to get another copy of my social security card and make application for a teaching license to Florida. This train could still be derailed even though it isn't too likely.

Speaking of derailed, Eaglemania did not pan out.  No surprise.  They are trying to salvage one session but I am not optimistic.  This whole affair was mismanaged from the start.

My trash can was not spilled.  No damage was done to either the house or to the RV. Perhaps the skanks have decided to just leave me alone.  Ma Barker is nowhere to be seen and I really suspect that, for whatever the reason, she is gone.  Perhaps her misdeeds at last caught up to her. Who knows? Who cares?

Despite all, I remain convinced that my relocation is the best route, at least for now.  This neighborhood is no longer user friendly for me and so far as Greensboro and Guilford County go, there are a myriad of bad memories here for me.  Getting away, even if it is just a temporary move, is better for now.

The weight is back

Something else that is better for me is my termination of the relationship with the
Griffins.

Little doubt that Mike would have made some disparaging remark about my jeep burning up and would, doubtless, comment on my weigh return. To him, you see, that is humor.

Twisted. Sick.  He is both.

Just like with Mary, it took me so long to see that.

Life was never fair with Mary, but it's not often fair with many of us. I had a disaster for a mother; my step father was not much better.

But we've got to play the hand we're given. What choice do we have?

Too often, Mary chose the path of helplessness. A lot of people noticed. Sharon sure did, but I found her quip upon hearing that Mary had passed to be a bit callous. Not sure I will have anything more to do with Sharon.  She is clearly not the angel of light she portrays herself to be.
Neither am I.

I am hoping the move to Florida will be somewhat of a new start for me. Just exactly what that means, I am not sure.  New circumstances, new people, new opportunities.  Got to make the best of them if I am to have any benefit.  That part is up to me.