Repotted in 2020s

I repotted my five succulent plants all by myself. It was pretty simple since they’re so small. I moved them out of their 2-inch starter pots and into 4-inch pots. Each one is a different color: pink, purple, blue, green, and white. I also have a few others in muted colors that don’t really excite me, but if I ever grab a few more succulents, I’ll throw them in those. Anyway, they’re all lined up on the kitchen windowsill for now.

The honker hung a new door on his new lanai, and Diana, whom I’m now going to call Doc A, doesn’t appear to have seen the message I sent her last night.

Damn, am I sick of being friendly to those who don’t seem to want to know that I exist. I’m not going to delete her, but I’m definitely going to delete a few people who live here if we do move. I didn’t expect her to respond to every message, but I didn’t think she would stop reading them altogether either.

I’m also pissed that my old dentist turned me over to a collections agency after trying to charge me for services I never received. One thing I can guarantee for sure is that she’s not getting another dime from us. I’m going to chew her out on Facebook too, for whatever it’s worth. No business is greedier than the health industry, but I never thought that she, of all people, would pull that shit on me. Plus, there was the issue of her incompetent staff, with one person telling me one thing and another telling me something completely different.