April 11, 2011

maria the great

dear here we all are again diary,

tomorrow will be a better day. not that today was a bad day. it'll just get easier as each day passes, knowing i am a reject. plus maria comes tomorrow- she hasn't been here for two weeks. i cant remember why she did not come last week- a doctor appointment for her husband- juan i think. it is hard to listen to her. her english is good- she just talks like she's being burnt with a torch or under some sort of serious distress. i'd just rather not have a conversation with her- a question is ok- but when she gets to telling a story- forget it. i usually am 'busy working' when she comes. she has a mess tomorrow. ima have her do the walls going to the basement sos i ain't gotta look at her. when i started putting away all the canned goods for doomsday- i noticed they were a hot mess. ima see iffin she'd like to tackle that tomorrow. if i gotta do it- i will- but it wont be tomorrow- i can assure you. ima start on the windows before i do anything spunky. every window in the house needs washed and not just the ones we look through. ima do them all- even the ones that don't open. AND becky is old enough and listens well enough to put the screen in the front door this year!! she wont jump on the door anymore- it's going in. maria gets here in the morning. i'll be glad to see her.