Chugging along on the reno works and trying to decide on a contractor soon. Trying to pare things down to the minimum and even then, the estimates are still beyond what I had expected.

Slowly filling up my and kid's calendar. I just love my friends for being there for us.

Exercise-wise, I have been slacking ever since I failed my skating test amd couldn't proceed to the next level. I promise myself that I will pick up my skates again in the next month.

My pending move has got me thinking about stuff. More specifically xh's stuff that I have at my place, and my stuff that is at xh's place.

I had already returned all the things that he had ever given me or bought me. I was insulted that he had told his family that I was always asking him to buy me stuff and so I returned 2 bags, the wedding ring and the engagement ring. Plus 2 sweaters and other random stuff.

At first I kept and used a very old pencil case of his. I convinced myself that it was a very useful case, even though it was terribly small and could only fit 2 pencils. I returned it to him after one of our many quarrels.

I still have with me some of his neck ties, including the ones he had worn for our wedding. I know I should return them to him. I can't bring myself to throw them away and I can't bring myself to return them to him face to face.

Maybe I will do the cowardly thing that he does and put them in kid's bag and hope that kid will remember to pass them to him or that he will notice. But that is so unfair to kid.

I guess I will just sit on them until I figure out what to do.

You can call me Dory/ Grl.

As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"

It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.