I doubt anyone I know reads this secondary blog so I feel free to let the bat swing.
Any of you who read my primary blog know that I am in the midst of an usual residence change. I am moving next door to a home owned by my husbands grandfather who is in an institution. Our current home is to be put on the market. This creates a weird situation as there is no firm moving date set. And this little situation is causing my head to burst and any remaining healthy brain cells to escape to a more intelligent, stress free breeding ground.
I get promises from family and friends that help is readily available. It seems that it is readily available right up until the moment I ask for it though. I keep getting my hopes up thinking that this will be their redeeming moment but again am left picking up the pieces of my hope from the jagged rocks they have hurled against.
Hope springs eternal so I better get used to disappointment.