Dephomo 1 E-mails to a ghost in Side Effects

Is it just me, or does anyone else think December should have more than 31 days? Time runs out so fast, there is so much to do in so little time.

Adrian had the day off today because the University had no school, but Chelsea did have school. So I walked the usual 15 minutes to school and back but feel asleep right afterwards. Lazy day but I think we got a lot done. My youngest brother in law just got his first formal job. I’m helping him do his monthly taxes. Adrian is a computer engineer, but he did his masters in business administration. In the University he was editor and designer of the univeristy’s editorial office (niiiice to get my hands on new books before anyone else). Now he is the Secretary of Finances for his Sindicate. That makes him all up in my business now about accounting. It’s flattering for once, for me to be the know-it-all. Today I walked him through calculating Marco’s taxes. He had to listen and take orders from ME! That was fun.

Mom wants desperately to travel. It is in her nature. My grandmother traveled a lot. Maybe my mom feels she couldn’t travel for so long for taking care of my sick sister, and then taking care of her (more) elderly friend. Both have passed and my mother is now 74 going on 75 soon. Sometimes the way she talks, she scares me. Like she thinks she doesn’t have time left? In response I shrug off her suggestions of trips to Europe and tell her there is no time, no money, not worth it, etc. But she becomes more insistent. This time I might just give in. She wants to go to Michoacán to see the butterflies after Christmas, then for us all to go to Chicago.

Well, I’d LOVE that, but my US passport has expired and neither my husband nor my daughters have visas to travel. But she got my hopes up. I can renew my passport in a month, the visa is the hard part. Maybe just maybe, after 20 years I get to leave Mexico and see Chicago again.

There is a family secret bothering me deeply. I’m uneasy and just don’t know who to talk to. All of a sudden I remembered my sister’s email password. I went through her email addresses to look for an old contact but found nothing. Instead I found emails I’d written to her about 5 years ago, when I was finalizing my divorce. She had already died. Honestly I don’t remember sending them but upon reading them, they were definitely mine. I must have been so desperate to talk, that I sent her emails.....

Me up late working tonight

Dephomo. I’m doing this. I needed to write again

Last updated February 03, 2017