Thank you Allison. It's really coming together for me, and I couldn't be more happy or more surprised.
For new news. I went to the dry cleaners to pick up a suit I dropped off in November. I gave my dead name. And the clerk couldn't find it. He asked if I was sure I brought it there since he's never seen me before. I have been going there years, so that made me a bit happy. Then I was realizing he lost my one suit I saved, my one good black suit. The one I paid a lot for. I started to be mad. Then I realized I didn't EVER want to wear that again. That made me oddly calm. I told the clerk I would go home and look for the ticket already resigning myself mentally it was gone forever. Then that afternoon, I was getting a huge closetful of clothes for goodwill basically all black clothes that I won't ever wear. The black suit was in my closet. I had already picked it up, maybe months ago. I didn't remember. And I oddly don't even want it. I didn't send to goodwill, but I should have.
What a weird crazy ride of emotions in such a short time.
Bari Jo