I'm home alone for a minute, my mate and her mom went to Pathmark. Next Saturday they are having a dinner for their family coming from Florida. My children were invited. I hope they come but I don't think they will. My oldest daughter said she will see if she has the money to get here. I know what she means, enough to take a taxi back home. My youngest daughter doesn't know if she will have to work or not. So we'll see. Right now I don't feel like being bothered with anyone, I just want to sleep, read, watch TV. Eating would be nice but I am tired of chicken, broiled, baked and fried. some beef stew would be good, or some stew chicken made like my grand mother use to make would be nice. She use to soft fry the chicken and put it in a pot of gravy and let it simmer for an hour or so. Then eat it over white rice. Hummmmm! I don't like cooking when my mate is around. She hoovers and it drives me crazy. She treats me like I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm really in a I don't give a damn kind of mood. I'm locked in my shell alone again, but I'm happy to be alone. it's one of those days that just hurts Here's a poem I wrote about it hurting once before.