Four weeks after my long trip and I am enjoying the bejeebers out of the one mousie I kept. Bud is being spoiled rotten; he gets to come out and play several times a day. Now, though, he doesn't want the hand unless he get a treat. so he gets toasted oat rings or cooked rice or bits of the cracker I'm munching. sometimes I give him little pieces of my banana or a tidbit of apple. I don't think he likes apple, though. I keep his tank next to me when I'm home, where I spend almost all my time in the bedroom as all the other furniture is gone except for a card table and a couple of folding chairs.
Not spending a couple of hours every night in the mousery was weird at first, but I'm enjoying being the owner of one pet mousie. I do plan on breeding again one day, when I've settled into a new place.
Right now I'm 'squatting' in the foreclosed house Nate and I used to own. It's a weird situation and not really comfortable. Most of my stuff is in storage, and I could be evicted, though that would take a month or two. What I'm hoping for is an offer from the management company that is in charge of residency at this house for me to get out right away in return for a nice big check. They had me sign a contract a couple of months ago, but I was not in good shape mentally and emotionally, and I failed to meet the deadline.
Being suicidal does that to a person. Getting through hour to hour was about all I was capable of for several months. I have considered checking myself into the hospital on a number of occasions, and may still do so if I feel like that again.
After having been diagnosed last week with a brain tumor, I was quite despondent, but the neurosurgeon thinks it's benign, so there will be no surgery in my immediate future. I'd rather not have a hospital as my next address.
It could be argued that most of this post belongs in my other thread, the Baja Manitoba Free Press.
