Giving You My Mind, One Piece at a Time
I had a pretty good day yesterday. I moved forward on my current focus items, and I got some sleep. The weather was in the mid-80s with a low in the 50s. More of the same is predicted for today. I think I just might be able to disconnect and stow away my two space heaters now and break out the oscillating fans instead. I’ll check the monthly forecast later and make a decision on the switchover.
I talked to the local Chevy dealer and they’re willing to come out to the house to take a look at, and possibly buy the car. Now I’ve just got to find the title. I may keep it until after Cam’s visit because I want to make both a recycling run and a trip to the dump and we’ll need the hauling capacity of the Trax. Plus, if I can’t find the title, I have to file the lost title paperwork in person, and I’ll need someone to drive me to Salem to take care of that.
I won’t lie, I’m struggling to stay positive with all of this. It’s hard to give up your independence, and it’s tough when you have no family to support you. Once the car is sold, going to the mailbox will be tricky, so I’m looking at mobility scooters/power wheelchairs as well. I’m leaning toward a scooter because even though they’re heavier, mine is just going to be parked in the garage for trips to the mailbox, and I think that a scooter will handle the grade much better than a wheelchair would.
I’m also doing research on the valuation of my two museum pieces that I’m planning to sell. Near as I can tell, both of the editions have sold out, making them much more valuable – especially my one artist proof. I’m hoping that between the two of them, I’ll get $25k. Also considering a garage sale, but don’t know if I want to have a physical sales or a virtual one.
I got a little depressed yesterday when I realized that I’ll probably never make it back to Atlanta or my beloved Seattle. Without the ability to drive anywhere, I’m land-locked now without assistance. There are no buses or trains near me, and I can no longer fly due to medical issues. It is what it is, I’ll adjust and deal like I always do.
I understand why many senior citizens suffer from depression. Aging is not for sissies, and some of us are having to deal with it earlier, rather than later. I feel as though the quality of my life is slipping through my fingers. I’ve got to find new things to bring me joy.
May you love the life you create for yourself. Namaste & ciao for now.