Autumn!

The trees are just starting to get a hint of gold. It's cold at night and warm during the day. If only the german yellowjackets hadn't been imported along with the dandelions, life would be perfect right about now.

Well... except that the White Sox beat the Red Sox again in the playoff game last nite. *sigh* I'm a die-hard Cubbies fan, and seeing the Sox do well is irritating, especially since one of my best friends is a Red Sox die-hard, and I'd rather see them win for the sake of my friend!

I've been eating soup lately. Campbells has these nifty new one-person soup thingys where the soup is all in a microwaveable bowl already to eat. I like this! Makes bringing soup to work .. workable.

Talked to Dad last nite, and while things are bad, Mom isn't QUITE the raving lunatic Paul would like her to be. I'm going down there next month. Granted, I can't really stay at the house anymore, but I can stay nearby and be there so Dad can rest or go for a shopping trip without her. And I'll know for my own self how things really are, not tainted by St. Paul the Lutheran Minister's greedy skew.

Slowly I am feeling things improve. Not quickly. Not a lot at a time - although the decaffination is rather dramatic. Maybe I can bust through this depression cycle alone.

Maybe.

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Well, I'm hoping that things will go well and I will be able to visit Dad and Mom next month. The airfares aren't horrid then, and it would be very nice to be able to see them, even if Dad won't let me stay there. I need to call him. I know that last year, Paul called me and things were NOT as bad as he chose to portray them. I am not entirely hopeful, but I suspect that this is the case again.

Paul seems to delight in breaking BAD news to me. In fact, he was incredibly silent as if in shock, when I told him that if I go down there, I fully expect Mom to not recognize me. I suspect I will be "that girl" - or "the lady" - not her daughter, and while that hurts, I have reconciled myself to the fact that my Mother will not know me. I still love her.

Bleh - year-end-closing at work today. Never a fun time as an accountant. I am pleased, however. The new CPA at work thought that MY spreadsheets had been created by Joe, the former CPA (meaning my work is "up to standard"!!!) and he thought that Tom was making all the journal entries (I do that!!). So my work is standing up well. I kind of like the new guy. We were supposed to have a 10 min. chat, he stretched it to almost an hour. :)

Perhaps there is light.