This is making me crazy. What to keep, what to throw away, etc. I hate it. Thank God I am not a hoarder or I would really be in trouble. The one thing I can never part with are books or photos. They are my treasures. I love looking at the old black and white's. Seeing the faces that are now much older and have changed. The innocence of youth, before life erases it. My own personal vanity when I look at pictures of me in my early twenties and than gaze in the mirror now. Not bad, but not the same. My photo album means more to me than my jewelry box. Crazy huh? Saturday is approaching quickly and I am a procrastinator,so now I am running around like a crazed headless chicken. I only procrastinate when it involves doing things I hate.
Oh yes, I now have my own legal dream team. The war is now beginning. I am going to be a good soldier and fight til the end. Kenny's own private GP is testifying against the VA. I was pleasantly shocked. He said he has no problem with malpractice. He just doesn't like insane punitive damages. The VA was very rude to this doctor. So I guess he is going to be legally rude back. It made me feel better. Knowing that I am not crazy and that this is a worthy battle. So I am packing and being a paralegal. Quite busy. Now to just get the long drive north over with and get back to work, somewhere, anywhere. Glad I saved my winter coat, scarver and gloves. Peace!