My problem is what do I do next and stop procrastinating. I made the mistake of saying I was going to have a yard sale to help my sister get rid of items she will not need at her house. That stops me from unloading at a thrift store. Somehow I have created more work for myself.
Tag sales are iffy affairs. I have rarely made money. When I moved from another house about 15 years ago, I remember selling a cherry bedroom set for $50. I don't know who was happier me or the people who bought it. Mind you, I have always been an animal lover. So everything I own gets signed in a very special unique way. The bedroom suit had a few special touches compliments of a cat named Puff.
Anyway, I'm back in the race again. It's a losing race. I guess that is why they call it the human race.
My sister worked for the civil service before her stroke in October. Her disability application is in limbo. I was supposed to hear from someone about the next stage two months ago. I've made the appropriate phone calls. I know about, You oughta raise hell. Except, bad behavior gives someone overworked a reason to do yours last.
She meets with a social security doctor in June. Before each hospital would admit her, they all asked the same question. Would I take her home with me when her treatment was over? I thought the question was curious. Now I understand the gravity. No one wanted to assume responsibility. She has had no income for about a year. Bad health caused her to miss a lot of work before the stroke.
Meanwhile, my sister is making big progress. She is confined to a wheelchair due to balance and spatial issues. I have been making her do items that it kills me to not help her. But I know she will not reacquire skills if I help. It's hard to accept she is never going to be her old self or capable in ways she was before. I would grieve more but exasperation with dealing with everything takes over.
Like all you who write and create, this sort of environment makes your brain work overtime thinking of ideas for all your WIPs and future works. But I have created a writing system that may help me. Although I am a night owl. I have been waking up at 5 am. Instead of turning over and sleeping that one last hour, I quietly go to my desk and write. It is just an hour and half. But it is progress.
All those signatures made by my dogs and cats do not bother me. These are my dog assistants Louise and Bo Duke.