Back to enjoying days when I'm on my own, slightly bored but not too much, with plenty of time ahead of me though not all that much (departure on the 3rd), plenty of things to do but this town being … a town, understand here not a city, list of activities is limited.
I finally decided to not go see sis at St Brieuc. Her attitude, her family's; I felt pretty bothered by it all, apparently so did R. Her lack of generosity, though I should be accustomed to it after 42 years, finally got to me to a point I thought it would be best if I remained here, tormenting Mom.
Mom… I think I finally understood there are things I just cannot expect from her: she's slow, her interests and priorities differ from mine, she's managing regardless, for me to deal with it.
Sometimes though, I can't help trying to … reform her.
This morning I was pleased to hear her say she disapproved S.Hussein being hanged.
Deal with it.