I haven’t been blogging about my living situation of late–largely because, with the exception of my surrogate mother coming home at 3am the other day, there hasn’t been anything unusual to report. Until this weekend, that is. Firstly, and somewhat significantly, the grass was mowed…although I hasten to add it wasn’t mowed very well, supposedly because it was too long for the mowers to do a proper job (shocking, that). They’re coming back next week to do it again. Secondly, today my surrogate mother left for Saskatchewan–and once again, she broke into my house. Except this time, it wasn’t to deliver a package. Rather, it was to give me a plastic bag which contained…two bananas and a can of Ginger Ale. I have absolutely no idea what this means; is this her equivalent of the severed head?
I still plan on moving out in August–but by now you can surely see why I’m sort of reluctant to leave this place. I’ll never find this sort of entertainment anywhere else.