Changes

Well, a true game changing life event has occurred. My gentleman friend is now my fiancé, as of last week. I'm happy, and a bit apprehensive. There's a lot to do and plan, and I've a few other things to tend to first, before starting on wedding things.

I need to....
Find the perfect dress, and buy it at least six sizes too small. Lose at least sixty pounds. Get a facelift. Purchase bridal magazines and make totally insane plans for a huge wedding with everything my previous weddings did not have. Get depressed over the entire thing. Eat a gallon of French vanilla ice cream. Elope. Brush up on my sarcastic skills.

We won't get married until he finishes up the remodel on his house and sells it. It's not safe for me to live in. First of all, it's an A frame house. That means I can walk face first into the wall three feet before my feet or my white cane could touch it. It also has steep stairs that cause a lot of arthritis pain. The final reason I won't live there is that it's too isolated for someone who cannot drive. Truly, though, it is a lovely place. Up on a hill, with a pond at the bottom. Incredible views. Great layout, with masters suite upstairs, complete with a huge jacuzzi tub, and a deck facing west. If I could still see and drive, I'd happily stay there forever, even with arthritis.

It's actually been a busy time. I'm beginning spring cleaning. Sorting through drawers and cupboards to reduce clutter. Making a list for an upcoming garage sale. Nothing major really, as far as projects go. I did finish my bedroom closet. All of my clothes are color coordinated, and organized by outfits or groupings which mix and match. Dresses are on velvet hangars so that they won't slip off. Lingerie is in baskets and on hangars, organized by colors.

Had to change my locks. My former houseguest and I agreed that she could keep a house key in case of a true (medical) emergency. She then proceeded to come into my home one night, knowing that I was out of town for the weekend. She sent me a text stating that she'd been there and left me some of the money that she owed me. When I returned home, there was far less than she claimed that she had left. It's not so much about the money. Frankly, I don't really care about it, other than her lying about the amount that she left. What gets me is the invasion of privacy. Being blind, I don't know if things are missing. She was in my home, going through my things while I wasn't here. I couldn't imagine doing that to someone else. There's no trust in the relationship anymore. She took advantage of almost two decades of friendship. I don't need friends like that, ever.

Enough for now...