The G.M. "item move" is now completed...all that needs to be done is to set up all of the furniture, etc., while my dad goes to get his mom and bring her up here...

My mom's still steaming fr. yesterday, although she's not showing it around my dad...

I took Angeline out for her daily airing, after eight...I mulled over the fact that there was a definite, weighty feeling around the place...sort of like leaking gas, just before a spark...it really depressed me...I felt so trapped and infused w/it...and, so badly for everyone else...

I realized that I hadn't felt this way, since I'd been a kid, living at home...that helpless feeling you have when you know that the adults are always going to be unhappy w/each other. How sad...what a waste...I guess that's what these two people, my parents, are prob. thinking of ea. other..."What a waste."

Meanwhile, their time on this earth gets a little shorter ea. day...I'm trying to make every day w/them, valuable...I'll wake up, one morning, and they will be gone...remembering them like this seems so pointless...