While the kids and grand kids were in town, my brother left with his girlfriend to visit her in Arkansas. About a week or so into his visit, he became ill and had to be taken to the hospital where they found a tumor on his brain. His prognosis is good, he says. I guess that is to be determined.
Meanwhile, his son has moved to Oklahoma City to help out with things. My nephew is a saint.
I hate that he has to take care of mother's affairs, but my brother and mother arranged it that my two sisters and I are completely out of the loop. We have no authority or say so on any of mother's stuff, so no one but my nephew is taking care of things. I feel sorry for him because not only is he taking care of mother's affairs, but now he is taking care of my brother too. Like I said, he's a saint.
I'm looking for a place to live. It's amazing to me that in Oklahoma City, of all places, I can't find a place to live. The leases I have found that I would live in are either rented before I get to them, or they don't take cats. My search continues.
I am also looking to take a trip. I am thinking of Charleston first then the Bahamas. I need a vacation.
So on it goes. Every day is some new hell right now. I know time will take care of it all and this is temporary, but it feels like forever.