I don't like texting, but, then again, I was a fuddy-duddy about email, too.
It's hard for me to stop by my ex-husband's house when my kids are there. They take the privileges for granted and seem so spoiled. Or, maybe I'm jealous that I can't give them everything that they (and I) want. Tonight, they're roughing it with me.
Fish stew and early to bed!
I need financial and legal advice, but I don't trust anyone. (How do you find a good advisor?) I am too often a victim of my own ignorance.
I love a good psychological thriller, but I'm not into the blood and gore slasher or zombie movies. If the supernatural is involved, I have to believe it.
I can imagine living in some type of co-housing community with other lesbians in the future. With the state of the economy and my own modest resources, I can't think of another way to live well and ensure that my needs are met as I get older.