I have so many "highdeas," and so little time.... At least, that's what it feels like, more than a year after they told me my breast cancer has spread to my bones. I devoted another two years of time and energy to bring my daughter home, but she has decided to live with her older sister, and not watch my physical condition deteriorate. Whatever I can do to make their lives better is what I want to do, whether I am physically here on Earth any more or not.
I asked, diligently,and didn't get the treatment I needed when it would have mattered , when I initially asked for new referrals in 2019. Caring for medically fragile kids alone, while being assailed in family court and enduring years of torment became too much and my cancer came back. Now, I'm in a lot of physical pain, and can't get the care I need in my county full of agencies that retaliate against me for filing grievances , and I'd like to move away and spend what time I have left on Earth looking for fun trinkets and meeting nice people.
A few stops along the way
I want to go to Chicago and check out vintage stores there and eat deep dish pizza.
Tennessee has cute estate sales and big antique shows, and Dollywood. I need to go there, stat.
New Mexico has the Folk Art Museum, chiles and turquoise jewelry I need in my life.
Montana...my friends post pics of eagles in their yard and make me want to go see them too.
Las Vegas is teeming with vintage, and I need to see the neon museum, and my friends.
Oregon has rainforests and one my best friends moved there. I need to see them both and smoke a bowl by a waterfall.
Florida....I want to see my friend Shirley and go thrifting together in Palm Beach and check out their vintage pop ups the youngsters are hosting.
New Orleans has always been on my bucket list. Beignets, beads and bayous. I want to go there.
Tulum Mexico...said like Peggy Hill. "Me- hee-co." I want to go there too. Silver City sounds fun.
Thanks for helping me make my vintage dreams come true. I want to leave my kids something cool, besides a heap full of random junk. They're good kids, and they're going to change the world for the better someday.
I do flea markets with my friends for my mental health and to make connections with others. The "stuff" is just a cool bonus and with no disability assistance coming anytime soon, I can get by when I can sell some of it sometimes.
Got old Harley shirts, crusty old Levi's or wide legged jeans you want to get rid of? Email me.
I'm looking for a vintage trailer to do flea markets with, since the County did mean stuff and fined mine, when. I was restoring it and got sick with breast cancer the first time. Or an old horse trailer.... Will travel and haul it home to So Cal.
