Pros and Cons in 2020s

I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of where we want to move. The climate here is warm, Oregon was cold, and Citrus Heights fell somewhere in between. The climate in NM is between cold and in-between. It even gets a dusting of snow a few times a year although it doesn’t last long since there’s quite a big swing between the daily lows and highs. However, it would do wonders for my allergies and asthma. Plus, it would mean no year-round spiders and even the snakes would hibernate longer there compared to Arizona. The Chihuahuan Desert is much higher than the Sonoran, with night temperatures already dipping into the 20s for several months. I’ll definitely need a winter coat, which I haven’t needed since we lived in Oregon in 2007. I’ll miss this warmer weather, but not much else.

Becky mentioned that if we’re interested in a particular piece of land, she’ll drive by and make sure it’s not a problematic spot. Apparently, the area has shifting sands, though most of that is over in White Sands.

Other pros and cons include moving into a place that will make this one seem big. But I’m also liking the idea of a minimalist lifestyle and having less space to clean.

Becky also mentioned that gunshots are common during hunting season but not too frequent, which is probably similar to Arizona. The sound might be a bit annoying outside city limits, but we plan to soundproof (monsoon storms can be just as loud as the storms here). Comparing the planes we hear here to the gunshots we heard in Arizona, the occasional gunfire is preferable. I only remember one year in Arizona where it was extreme, with gunshots from sunrise to sunset.

On another note, I ordered a new color-by-number book with a floral theme.

Had a couple of shitty dreams and I wonder if the Claritin could have caused them. This stuff can cause nightmares. My father was alive in one dream, and we were going somewhere at night. I knew in the dream that he was 89 years old, even though he only lived to be 80.

All of a sudden he got this funny look on his face And started mumbling incoherently. I asked if he was okay, and he just gave a slight nod. But then he started drifting into the wrong lane. I shouted at him to move over, and he did. A few minutes later, he started drifting off to the side of the road into trees and shrubs, and again I yelled at him. Fearing he was having a stroke, I was about to tell him to pull over when he floored it all of a sudden and I woke up right as we were about to slam into the back of another vehicle.

As a psychic, I’m a little worried when it comes to dreams like this. But maybe it doesn’t mean anything, since it involves someone that’s not even alive anymore. I sure hope not!

Where it got weird was that after the nightmare woke me up and I got up to pee, I got back in bed and had another dream where my mother was alive and I was telling her about the nightmare. I was hoping we could finally chat for a bit and spend some time together and asked her if she received an email I recently sent her. She gave a vague roundabout answer, which pretty much told me she didn’t want to confirm it because she didn’t want to hear from me. When I tried to tell her about the dream, some other guy entered the room and they started chatting and laughing together so I finally gave up.

Nothing from Michela, but fortunately 23andMe tells you when someone has been on the site. She hasn’t been on since she requested to add me.