Had just deleted a post about a situation my mom got into, but figured it was better not for public consumption---at least not told in great detail. Just saying she was ripped off by a guy she met at the drugstore who offered to fix her car for her. Her car broke down away from home and this stranger followed her home (which she allowed) and fixed it in her driveway. What further transpired was that he ripped her off by over $500 dollars (he said the part, the starter, was $625.00) and she willingly let him into her house as well. That's been my reason for not being here. Just too troubling to think about---her being so naive and thinking that most circumstances that pop up out of nowhere are from the Lord. But that's the way she thinks---can't seem to get her out of that habit.
In other news....tattoo life is fine. Hoping I'm over the itchies, and the first layer of skin has peeled off as it's healed. The color is dark charcoal grey rather than black now and looks dandy. And, yes, I still feel empowered. It's a lovely feeling.
Must go to bed now. With Gary's wonky sleep pattern, I've got to get my routine back on track. Yelp.
