Sunday

Met my brother for lunch at Jalisco's. Good food. My daughter stayed home today. We missed her. Sort of a quiet lunch.

Then back to looking at photos and stuff that Mom saved. There was a very old photo album from 1941. Awesome photos. Never seen them before. Sent a photo of one of Mom's sister to her daughter. She had never seen it. She was so young. And beautiful!

My brother found something special that he knows Mom would want me to have. Cannot imagine what it is. But I do no get it till next sunday. He wants to take some photos of it and let this busy busy week come to an end. I am excited!

Today we found lots photos of family. Some make me sad. Many are no longer here. I wish they were. And some photos of my family really upset me. Hard to remember when we got along, traveled a little, ate out often, went to movies often, went out with friend, talked and shared. Now I do all those things mostly alone. Just not right. I feel much to young to be so alone.

I took lots of photos. None are very good but I share and people can look or ignore. I like to share even bad photos. Wish I could take a class on how to do good photos. The photos of the old photo album I want to put in a book. I captured the entire pages. Probably not turn out good but I will enjoy it. A great keepsake. And I need to find an album to put the pages in so they are protected. It is 76 years old! Just imagine! Mom got married that year and she had baby photos of her in there. They are 90 some years old.

Also found today was the newspaper articles of when my house burned down. That was an awful night. Horrible memories. We did find out who really cared. Friends took our smoky clothes home to wash. They moved things out of the house and then to a shed. Many who helped were actually my spouses friends. The person I thought was my best friend long after the fact sent a card. She never offered any thing or support. Should have dropped her then.

I saw hot air balloon on the way home. Too high to get a photo of it. Cool to see. Also there were 50 or more bicycles on the road home. It is an annual bike run of several miles. Good to see they had a good turnout.

Hard to have been in a good mood but now feel sad. Sort of a daily event sometimes. Gets old. I feel like crying but I have learned over my life not to very often. Nobody cares if I cry or why. I did last week I got made fun of for whining.