Time moves on (well, so people say) and on Friday my wee tiny sister Elizabeth turned 40. Woo! Well, our mother always counted from conception, so that means she'd've been 40 in June 2006, however, luckily er... well... anyway, Elizabeth became 40 on Friday. Oh course I didn't go as I never go anywhere if I can help it, but a faithful band of friends took her out to dinner and hired an Elvis impersonator to sing to her. Hah! AND brought an ice cream cake with Elvis on it. Thank you, Con, Chris, Ann, Anne, Geraldine, Looper, and the people I have not met or have left out.

I talked to E today on the phone and she told me Joe has been put gone into a group home. E herself has decided she wants to move from the apartment I helped her move into when our mother was dying/had just died into a nearby apartment complex. It was really a big deal that she had already decided on a place and had her apartment (but not moved in) when Mum died. I wonder how I managed to get through that time. Well, I suppose the truth is - with a great deal of irreparable damage. Oh, well.

Frank and I have an ongoing - well, not argument, just disagreement. I always say we can't know and that maybe life is supposed to be like a wild roller coaster ride, and he says, no, life is not supposed to be like a wild roller coaster ride. Mine has - I could hardly tell about one thing that's been ordinary. Hmmm... uh....

uh... hmm... no... Can't think of anything...

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