Memorial Day weekend

I showed up to help my Mom with her garage sale and she put me to work right away. What she really needed help with was labeling whose is whose. My sister and I give Mom our junk instead of throwing it in the garbage since she desires to help us get rid of it. She hates us throwing away good stuff. I labeled items until Mom started to sweat too much and quit. Even though she is past menopause she still has hot flashes. Precious had to investigate ever corner and ended up covered in dust. Mom laughed how we need her to visit more often to clean under the furniture. Once I found a dead bug on her tail.

Next came supper. I took the cat outside to keep her off the supper table as Mom asked me to do. Yeah, try keeping a curious cat from being curious. We were outside for almost an hour when I desired to go back in. She got away once when she climbed into some bushes and I had to let go of the leash. After calling her several times, she peeked her head out from around the shed and I told her she was a bad kitty, as if it had any effect.

The next day we went to the cemeteries and left flowers. One cemetery has so many relatives I joke we need a flower shop to cover all the people. We place flowers at the more direct ancestors and let the distant cousins cover the brothers and sisters of our ancestors. I insisted so many times to place a flower on the baby graves that Mom does it automatically. I say babies deserve flowers too. Dad actually went with us to his side of the family cemeteries. He never came before. Mom said since Grandma died, he puts out more effort. I asked if they decided on any burial plans. Yes and no. They decided to be buried where Grandpa bought spaces when he got his and Grandma's grave spot. The tombstone itself is still in dispute, Mom wants hearts and Dad wants trains and barns etched on. Mom doesn't want anyone to know she grew up on a farm, that part of her life does not exist anymore. Dad has said Mom played a trick on him when they got married: He thought he was getting a down to earth farmer's daughter, but what he got was Eva Gabor in Green Acres. Dad doesn't want hearts because people will think he is a sissy.

After supper, the cat fell in the toliet. Dad said not to worry about the cat drowning, she jumped right out when her paws got wet. She likes to lay on the windowsill by the toliet.

We had a visitor to the house and Mom tried to not let the cat out. We happily explained the cat was mine, not theirs.

Now we are back home again and Precious took a nap. I watched Dr. Phil on superficial people. I met many of those people. It made me think if I'm ugly cause I don't get a lot of attention or eye contact from people, unless I'm the sales clerk and they are the customer. I noticed one guy I met through online dating never spoke to me after I posted my photo. Then guys at bars completely ignore me, but notice my friends. I also get a lot of weird stares from women when I wear make-up that make me wonder what they are thinking. People at work assure me that I'm not ugly, I'm just not Pamela Anderson or Paris Hilton. Oh well, I'm accustomed to being alone. That's why I have a cat to love and cuddle. Post later. Bye!