I heard the geese fly overhead this morning when I came out of Wal-Mart. To some that is a sign of a hard winter. I'm not sure whether there's any truth in that old wive's tale or not. When I heard them this morning I thought, "What a lonely sound."

I ran into Mac's sponsor while I was in Wal-Mart. It never fails I see all these people from the Betterway House and I know that look that crosses their faces. They seem to want to ask what happened. All of them mention Mac to me but none ever say he misses his old friend Yo. I miss him. He was like a brother to me. I loved him so much. I just got tired of being mistreated when he was having a bad day. I felt so abandoned last summer. All of my so called friends from the Betterway House turned their back on me when I needed them most. At the time I was so hurt. Now I see it as a God thing. I had to have my support system knocked out from under me in order to surrender and turn toward my Higher Power.

I worked at the library today. George had left me some books to look through and an honor roll that one of the churches had gotten together of veterans. I only had two customers and a phone call while I worked his shift. When he came in I told him all that I had found for the book that I'm working on and told him of some dead ends. He told me that the bicentennial committee is working on some sort of tribute to the WWII vets who are still alive in the county. Turns out there are 68 still living. Wow! I had just begun to collect names from the cemetary book on that war as a side line.

I'm a little disappointed with my brother. He seems to have his hand out every time I turn around. I've already spent my November rent on his cat and Mom's bed. I have very little money left for the next three weeks. We're going to be slim pickins for a while. Nothing new for me. It isn't for him either but he doesn't deal with it very well.

The guy in apartment 7 must be drinking again. He wound up putting my laundry in the dryer, thinking that it was his. Oh, well, I got my clothes dried for free but I had a time convincing him that they were my clothes.

Barbara is beginning to suck up again. I'm not going to hold a grudge against her but I really hate for people to act one way toward me and then say something else behind my back. It's hateful and it causes drama. I really don't care for drama of that kind any more. I don't want to be upset all the time. I've got enough to worry about without worrying about what she thinks.

Wish I knew why Marian's daughter Mona dislikes me so much. Linda thinks she sees me as a threat. Me? Good Grief! She's the oldest of seven, she should be accustomed to sharing her mother. Besides, her mother is my sponsor not my parent. That makes some difference surely. Could it be something else? I don't know. I think I'll just steer clear of her when I'm in her presence.