I had a dream about Ricci last night. I never have dreams about people unless they mean something, so my guess is that she had her baby. I kept thinking about her all day and even felt guilty and almost regretful that we’re not friends anymore. The scene on that last day we talked kept repeating in my head; watching her sob and say, “I’ve never felt this bad, never,” and just standing there not knowing what to do or say sends a pang of guilt into me. I feel horrible knowing that I was part of what made her feel that way. I’ve never wanted to make anyone feel that way and I’d certainly hate for someone to make me feel that way.
I still think if Kimberly and Jennifer hadn’t gotten their nosey asses involved things wouldn’t have been this way. All I wanted to get across was that I couldn’t give her rides in the afternoon anymore and let her know how bad it made me feel everytime she brought up the incident we had–that was it. I was annoyed with everything she had me do for her by that time already, but I didn’t think we’d stop being friends.
I wonder how they’re doing. How her baby is. Is it healthy? Did she have a boy this time? Are she and Goyo still doing alright?
I think they are still together. I passed by her Grandma’s today as I was going to the store and their white car was outside the house. She hadn’t been speaking to her Grandma at all, so my guess is they’re still together and they were over there because she had the baby. Maybe they even moved back in with her? As grouchy as her Grandmother is, I’m hoping they did move in. It was the most secure place they’d ever lived at.
Anyway, Mom got her new hearing aid this morning and John and I were shocked when she got into the car and she was actually speaking lightly. Usually, because she can’t hear herself, she’s yelling at the top of her lungs, and because she can’t hear, we’re shouting at the top of ours to talk to her.
Mom and John needed groceries so we went to do that and now we’re just home. My head hurts from the nap I took (never fails to happen) and I feel so tired and bored. I need to mop but I hate that I mop and 5 seconds later (or less) the darn dog decides to pee again. Grr.
I have no idea what to make for dinner, again. Yep, it’s barely 5:23 and I’m already thinking about that. I whipped up a great meal yesterday: breaded fish, corn and Ranch Style Beans (from the can, I love those!). I didn’t even know we had fish. It was hidden behind the thousands of popsicles. All we have is stew meat and ground beef left. Let’s see what I can make.