I haven't really responded to people who have commented on my posts. Believe me that each of your comments is treasured. I really do love my flist. I'm just so boggled. As I wrote to Mary today:
I also have to get Raederle's scholarship applications in, file for Star tax relief, work out a new budget for the bankruptcy, call all the creditors, see what happens if we switch to the telephone DSL instead of Adelphia Cable for internet, or go the other way and put the phone on the cable - that one alone will be a full day of phone calls and and chart making.
I desperately need to try to fix my closet to be usable. RaishaBell (a cat) had gotten in there and *marked* it when she was still able to go through from (Mary's) bedroom, and I haven't had time to clean it up. It means a lot of loads of wash...
So essentially, I'm just playing catch-up this week. I told Raederle I don't want to hear anything at all about plans for anything else. I just can't think about anything new. She wants to have Monica and Arielle (my granddaughter) over Christmas Eve, but I just don't see the possibility right now. We also need to go down to Martha's (my sister's) within two weeks. Don't see that possibility either, but it needs to be done before I take the car off the road.
That, of course, is besides actually getting the wash caught up, cleaning and organizing the kitchen, going through more boxes of junk to see what can be unloaded, taking the car full of donations to the various places that want them ...
I make sure that I read my flist. That's what keeps me sane. I'm here, laughing and crying with you, even if I don't comment.
I did try, today, to make a post of pictures from the party on Saturday, but they came out too small. I haven't figured out whether that is the fault of photobucket, or whether I just need to make them bigger, or maybe try to do it through the LJ thingy, which I find very unwieldy.