For months, I have looked at a pile of items I needed to take to Goodwill, and found a reason not to deal with them.

Well, today, I found a reason to get rid of them - I am expecting a new bed on Friday.

I feel pretty good about accomplishing this, honestly.

I had to get a tooth removed today. which involved me being sedated.

Trouble is. what I am feeling is exactly the same ad how I felt after my "secessions" with the man who took my innocence. .. .

so you can guess how I am doing.

had a bit of a "I suck" kind of day.

hugs appreciated.

Because my re-write of Games without Frontiers is almost finished, I wanted to share how this story evolved.

It started the first time I heard the song by Peter Gabriel which is apparently in reference to a reality show from Europe.

The song stuck with me, and eventually I started trying to find a story I could make from it.

The first attempt was set in World War Two, featuring a bunch of kids sent to the country to avoid the London Blitz.

But eventually I abandoned that idea, and the song kind of went into the background.

so this morning, I pulled out my clothes and put them on my bed, and put on my socks.

A moment later, I am looking at the pile of clothes, trying to find my socks, apparently totally forgetting I had them on.

Eventually, I looked down at my feet, and realized I was wearing them.

Sometimes, my brain worries me ...

So, starting tomorrow and ending Thursday, Sharon is moving into her new place.

This is going to be the weirdest move I've been a part of, and I have been a part of plenty.

Because of the fact it will happen over two days.

Ah, well, once more into the breach, dear friends . . .

For those who like to read my stories (you know who you are) here is a bit of an update:

Rifts: In the Center Ring: my little nod to the RPG Rifts. just started.

The Lucky One: Luck be a Lady Chapter 3: what happens when Fluke meets her maker? just started

To Escape the Friend Zone: a young man just entering college discovers why he cant seem to get a date . . . just started.

Sword and Shield: one side masc, one side fem, both sides heroes! just started

I gots me a new story up! Please read, kudo and comment!

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/108338/galactic-diplo...

If you have ever played chess, you know that sometimes, you have to be willing to sacrifice a piece to gain an advantage.

Well, if life is like a chess game, then it seems that I am a pawn to be sacrificed.

See, it starts with the fact that if you removed any of the more upsetting parts of my eventful life, I would not have met Sharon, and my daughter would not have been born.

More recently, I had the chance to move into a lovely place for older adults, only to have it fall through at the last moment.

Okay so to give anybody following me an update, Sharon found a place, and has a signed contract.

There is some legal stuff to get through, but baring something bad happening there, she will be able to move in at the end of October.

On a less interesting note, I dreamed I was the star of some TV movie.

I played a woman who inherits a large house, only to find out someone really doesn't want her there, and her dad's ghost is also hanging around.

Dont ask me what it means, folks. I have no idea . . .

so a couple of days ago, someone left a bag of groceries on Sharon's doorstep.

She didn't want them, and we could find no info in the bag, so my mom and I took it.

It had about 150$ worth of staples like eggs, milk, and so on. So our normal grocery run was much cheaper.

I wish I could thank whoever left the bag, it really helped us out at a time when we are trying to keep Sharon and Sam afloat as well as ourselves.

If you haven't read the Lord of the Rings, at the end of the book Frodo is left with wounds that just wont heal in Middle-Earth.

I know what that is like, because like him, I have been wounded, and sometimes, just when I think I have totally healed, those old scars remind me of losses I can never replace.

Don't worry, I wont head for the Undying Lands before my time, but on days like today it just a little harder to keep going.

Hugs and prayers appreciated.

one of the most frustrating parts of having CPST is I really struggle to make decisions. I just don't trust myself.

I try and remember that not choosing is in fact a choice, and it has consequences just like any other choice.

But it is still and struggle, and I second guess myself all the time.

So today Sharon asked me to sign a form saying I have no stake in her house, so she can put it on the market.

And she freaked out when I signed it Dorothy, and I tried to explain I had a name change years ago, and Dorothy is my legal name.

She kept saying that she was afraid that my signature wouldn't be valid, and then asked me about surgery and the fact I now have breasts.

It was stressful, but at least she didn't misquote scripture like she did a couple of days ago, trying to use the story of Sodom against me.

Ah, well.

an update on Sharon's health:

Turns out she is suffering from extreme spikes in her heart rate.

they have given her some meds, so we will have to see if that helps, or if she needs more invasive measures.