Sad History.

My friend helps set up estate sales. He always brings home stuff fished out of the trash from these sales. It makes me sad when there is family, but they don't want personal  items like pictures. 20 years ago i picked up pictures of 4 generations of a early family that has settled in McHenry County. The people that held the estate sale were distant relations of the family, yet, they still sold the pictures in their antique store. All the pictures are labeled. You know who they are. I should donate to the historical society.

The items from the sale going on now are from a prominent family from my city. The widows husband was a doctor, and 2 of the sons became doctors. Sad.

Alone

I hate being alone. I live in a two flat. I live upstairs and my cousin and his partner live downstairs. They keep talking about buying a house. They have their eye on a certain house that may go on the market soon. I don't want to live in this two-flat by myself, or have to endure people downstairs I don't like for whatever reason. Where Am I going to go? The place I live in general is pretty sucky. I live an hour from work, and I wouldn't want to live there either.

Again

I started writing  a blog before. I figured why not. Then, I just frustrated with the whole thing and took it down. So, I guess I'll try again.