Hmm...

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A few calls, texts, thoughts.  Someone wants to buy my home.  I haven't seen an offer, doubt it would be enough.  If I sell, I have to rent.  Rent is only going up.  Or buy somewhere else.  Which, is also going up.  So... no, it would probably cost more than it is worth, but I do have a price.  Still, they are being rather annoying in their offering process.  Still... I'm... all ears.

I thought I would ask my mother about if there would be a place to stay, should I sell.  Just a place to rest, while I visited.  She wanted to know many things.  Why would I see, what would I do, etc.  But, she might know of a place I could stay.  Though, at that price... if the price she quoted is correct, I would only stay a few days, not a few weeks or months as I had been considering.  So be it.

I can't keep the house up.  Getting out, at least if the price was right, would be the way to go.  And, yes, I have a place to go in mind.  She really didn't like that place, which... suits me fine.  The people she hates are not the people I hate.  Goes to show.  Not that I really like most people, just I really don't like some people.  People?  Whatever.  We... disagree on those people.  It's funny, too.  The people who hate each other are often democrats.  Or criminals versus non-criminals, give or take.  I am supposed to be a democrat, for every reason and another.  But have completely rejected those things.  Then again, I am no longer a republican, either.  I'm not seeing a difference, at this point.  

No telling, though most likely won't go through.  I had hoped to have a simple conversation.  But it never works out that way.  I tell it like I see it.  If she chooses to be what she is, not who she is, then so be it.  I may skip the visit altogether, even should it go through.  Just a matter of gathering what is to go, getting rid of the rest, and being on my way.  I can do that without ever looking back.  Choices.  Not made by me, never were.  Choices.

Haven't gotten to anything else, save a meal.  A few drummies, the leftover veggies and potatoes, and a cup of cold water.  Good enough.  It is up to 90, in the front room, in the mid 70s in the back areas.  May need to shut the upstairs, and turn on ac though?  Oh, and I'll take medicine.  Maybe a nap?  Or working until it cools enough for a nap, upstairs?  Hmm, may put dishes away first.  After checking to see if the ac is needed.

Always a tangle of thoughts, goals, processes, and such.  That is life.

I may not win.  But I will not negotiate with evil.

I don't need to win, only resist with all I have.  I do.