Leimamo’s Life

I’m tired of the cold weather. I guess that’s not a good sign if we’ve purchased our retirement home in Washington. Maybe it’s not the weather. It might just be cabin fever. I want to be able to drive somewhere during the day and not have to worry about running over a bunch of Japanese people when I’m trying to make a turn. I also don’t want to worry about my car being marked or towed away. Lord knows where it will end up or how far I’d need to go to retrieve my car. So, it’s either walk with the rest of them or keep my butt parked at home. Sure, I could drive around the base, but why?

At least there are things out in town in Washington where I can take Kamalani when she’s getting in my hair at home. It’s not her fault really, I’m old and can’t keep up with her. She’s extremely active and she always needs attention. What she really needs are cousins nearby so she can have playmates her age.

I signed her up for daycare for next week so I could do some organizing before the Packing inspection but it’s hard because she wants to play all the time and I feel bad if I don’t keep her active and busy. By the time she goes to bed at night, I’m just as bushed as she is so I end up sleeping too. Anyway, when she heard me setting up the dates and times on the phone, she started crying and saying she’ll be good. Poor girl thinks I’m sending her because she drives me crazy. I felt really bad but we I need to get things straightened up at home so we don’t ship things we’ll end up tossing at the other end. We can’t afford to be paying out more monies for being over our weight limit again.

I’ve been comforting her and reassuring her that I’ll be there to pick her up when I said I would. It’s been many months since she’s gone to day care so she’s apprehensive again. I told her that she might see some of her friends, in hopes that it’ll help ease her mind. I’m really ready for this move, it’ll be good for both of us. I hope, anyway.