The trouble maker is moving out! Yay! Barbara has been quietly loading her truck and carting her stuff away. I don't want to rejoice too loudly but I'm glad she's going. She caused a lot of problems. She tried to control everyone and was milking us all for money. I kind of think she railroaded Mikki.

I've got all of Linda's birthday present put together. I really don't want to go to Birmingham next week for the Al-Anon convention. I notified Nota and it's all set for me to share a room with her and two other people. I guess I'm going down on Saturday and coming back on Sunday. The only thing I haven't done is made Linda's sweet potato pie.

Mickey has been after me to come to Sumatanga this year. Attendance is down. I've got Elaine and Freda interested but I really don't want to go. That money could go on something else. I haven't decided what I'm going to do about that.

Mom's birthday is the 28th. I've almost got her scrapbook/photo album put together. It's been kind of fun to do actually. I'm just wondering where all those school pictures of Barry got off to.

Someone has graciously donated her a bedroom suit. I'm going tomorrow to take out some furniture. I've asked for help but I'm uncertain as to whether I will have any. It gets tiresome asking others to help. I'd go back to those days when I thought I was Superwoman and move everything myself but my physical limitations are barking too loudly. I got a letter from the specialist in Nashville. He is not recommending surgery. Instead he is recommending physical therapy. I've got to call back and get all of that taken care of.

I long for the days when I felt no pain. But then that is kind of stupid. Those were the days that I felt nothing. I was numb. I really don't want to go backward. These days there is little to worry about in that perspective. I feel all my emotions. Some days I actually feel like I'm drowning in them. Not sure that is such a good thing.