It's the Labour Day Weekend.
Yesterday, I talked with Paul (Keyes?) the lifeguard. He's leaving after Monday to go to University. Met his dog and Mom momentarily. Then I went clothes shopping and got some Bugle Boy jeans, a top, a brown skirt I wanted and a great sports bag for carrying my stuff to work and back. All for $28 and change. Woo Woo.
Did a laundry load for the bed, which was hard because I had put it off with Puds dying. (Didn't want to erase her presence) Part of the grieving process I guess. Today I'm doing two loads (in now) of clothes so I'll be set for the week. I feel the freedom of having my own money/resources again and keep feeling the message of "pay yourself first".
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