Day 193.............losing track of the days.

Day 193.............losing track of the days.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

I am so very glad that Alison is at school because otherwise I would have no clue as to what day of the week it is nor what date it is. Despite this help from Ali', I still sometimes forget what day it is. I can't believe that today is Wednesday and I know that yesterday did not feel like a Tuesday.
Indeed, what does a Tuesday feel like?
Time is a very strange thing.
Yesterday morning, my landlady came round for a cuppa and a chat. We sat on opposite ends of the couch and, after a tentative start, we got on like a house on fire, discovering that we shared many views about life.
She reminded me, at times, of how I used to be scared to share my thoughts with people, in case they thought I was mad. It was a lovely time of openness and honesty as we talked about the future and how, at the moment, ours are linked through 921 Royal York Road.
She took all of our discussion away with her, to run past her hubbie and I have already passed on the information to Bill.
As it stands, we will likely move out of here at the end of June or the beginning of Sept due to the height of the rent, which Vera really can't do anything about. The area in which we are living is surrounded by names like 'The Kingsway' and 'Prince George Avenue' and the names give you an idea of what the property prices are like and how big the mortgage is on this place.
And so, there are options to consider regarding whether we move to another rental or whether Bill sells up and moves over and we buy. I am trying to trust that whatever happens is the way it's supposed to be and my intuition tells me that it'll be even better than I can imagine.
And I have a pretty decent imagination-tee hee.
After Vera left, my day felt different. Chatting with another women about our hopes dreams and fears is always inspiring for me and I ponder the reasons why I am keeping myself so isolated when I know how good I feel after an interaction like yesterday.
I think that, to know myself and what lifts me up, I am choosing to experience my life without it so that when I am exposed to it, I truly know that it is what I love.
Oops, in danger of going off on one of my soul-searching rants and so I will reel it in.
The rest of yesterday doesn't hold much news. The sun continues to shine. The temp' continues to climb.
Ali' thinks she did okay in her Math test, which is great because it sounds like her teacher needs taught as she apparently was getting answers wrong. Oh dear.
Anyhoo. Short and sweet but at least an early posting today.
Much Love,
Lxxx