It’s beautiful out. I managed to rent an Airbnb in the same apartment building I used to live in when I was single and carefree. It’s brought back memories: good ones. Even with the helicopters blaring overhead, the traffic noise, the vagrants screaming all night long. It’s been comforting.
A woman passed by me yesterday on the street and asked how I was and she seemed like the kind of person that would have stopped to talk had I wanted to. But it was a long, bad day yesterday and I just wanted to hole up and cry.
God, if anytime in my life has been the time, now I wish I could drink. But I can’t. Especially not now. There is a lot of Covid in the air. My eyes were stinging yesterday. I put a natural disinfectant in my eyes and nose and it burned, but my sense of smell got better. Which is unfortunate because the softener they use on the bedding is strong. Lol
I’m off to pick up Aaron. I forgot what a pain in the ass it was to live here. Parked 3 blocks away with groceries and luggage. Then had to wake up early to move the car for street sweeping and couldn’t find a place closer than 4 blocks away. Nice morning walk in my pajamas. Funny to see everyone else driving around slowly looking for spots. Memories.
I was finally able to get ahold of my mom’s boyfriend again, after I left a message threatening to call a lawyer.
He is letting me in the house tomorrow. He tried to deter me many times but I held firm. I think I’ll need to get a lawyer involved regardless.
He really seems to think I’m going to just hand him a death certificate and he will access all her accounts first.
I’m like “in what world?”. My mother wanted nothing more than to get away from him. She would have loved to live on her own, but she couldn’t afford it.
So I really doubt she has a ton of money laying around and I have no idea what her 401k looks like besides when she told me she was going to take money out to buy an apartment in Cuba. Which was under $20k. So she has at least that much I guess.
I really just wanted and still want the ring. Her ring. It isn’t event that valuable. The main stone is a tigers eye set in gold. It’s like putting cubic zirconia in platinum. But she loved that thing. Never took it off. I need that. I need my mother’s ring.
And I will hold the death certificate in hawk if I have to. It’s fine with me. What do I care? The money I wasn’t expecting anyway and it won’t bring her back.
Alright well, anyway. Gotta go before I get a ticket. I parked in a 2 hour spot and they are on top of it, at least they used to be. I remember once I stayed with a friend in a nice residential area of Long Beach and street sweeping just went around the cars, no one got ticketed. Then I came home, back here and there were two ticketing agents following the sweeper. Two!! Because the poor need to be more poor, I guess.
Indian food sounds good for lunch. Although truthfully my appetite is non-existent and I woke up nauseous again. But I have to eat. So might as well try to enjoy it too.
Stay sane. I know I’m trying. 💋