And that is what I am trying to do.  I’ve only been in the Rainy Place now for a week and a half, but it feels like WAAAYYYY more than that.  We are bouncing from generous friend or relative to generous friend of friend or relative every three or four days or so.  And I must say I am grateful for EVERYONE’s hospitality, but I don’t really wanna be homeless anymore.  I just want to cry everytime my kids ask me, "is this gonna be our new house?"  "Are we living here now?"  And I found out today that the soonest we could possibly get into our new house is NEXT WEEKEND.

I don’t think I can make it that long.

I don’t even know where we are going to sleep come Sunday night.

And on a lighter note, I bought a new hairbrush a week ago.  Mine had been AWOL for several days and I decided it best to buy one.  The first store we tried did not appear to carry haribrushes, but they did carry cutlery.  Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed some silverware and for a good ten seconds, I seriously considered making the purchase– so I could brush my hair with a dinglehopper fork.  And then of course, the more rational thought came to me that I needn’t buy the forks, we already had some at the apartment where we were staying. 

Yeah.

Needless to say, I did get a new hairbrush that night.  And found my old one the next morning.

I know this is all gonna turn out good soon.  And I hope really soon.  My knuckles are turning white and my fingers are starting to slip.