A letter from Jul 07, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hi…. Monday afternoon, home from work, sitting out the back in my neat new home in the parkway… Gavin looking forward to his walk, Lee away for the night down the coast with his Melbourne buddies. Feeling ok, but 5 weeks off the pot and missing it like crazy, can’t sleep well and having awful dreams. Still having a glass or two of wine, but no more spirits, last 2 occasions caused me to pass out, note to self.. no more spirits, especially vodka. Having worries about selling dad’s house to Jill, she seems to be making things as difficult for me as she can, but we do have a written agreement, so perhaps I just need to be patient. I wish I had someone to talk to about ****, I miss having mum to unload on, but more than anything someone to talk to about getting old and what the **** is going on in my body and mind, is it just normal, am I early stage Parkinson’s, will it get worse, or is that what Alzheimers save you from, remembering how much better things once were?? So many things I want to do in and around the house, but tightarse Lee won’t let me spend any money yet… almost all the furniture needs replacing, new fridge, washer, dryer, add solar, bed, sort the kitchen layout it goes on and on!!! I should rename this “ winge fest” Hello persons reading this… if my first few papragraphs did not scare you off? Wish you could help me, and that I could help you 🤪