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I took a day off and went to the park with my daughter and the neighbors. It was nice, Gretta and I enjoyed the espresso, Rachel fished-she didn't catch a thing, and I admired the plants. Rachel's teen birthday is soon and I've been feeling sick. I have an appointment with the Medical Centre...I hope it's nothing serious.
Things are going...not sure what to think. The mundane days of life are the hardest. Work is mundane, home is mundane. My only comfort is that soon Rachel will be a teen. I've been feeling sick lately, weak. I wonder if I have the same illness that took my mother away from me? I must visit the hospital and find out. What if I am sick? Thank goodness I have some simoleans in a trust for Rachel, but I need to update my will and Rachel's care plan. Who would care for her?
I worry about my daughter at times. She is like her father, carefree and worryless, yet...I hope that she will be a good citizen, uphold the law and reach her potential. She's a good girl...she loves animals, she even said that she will be a breeder when she grows up. I suppose a breeder is ok, much better than her working in retail, though I don't understand her fascination with animals, such messy little things. Now plants, that's a thing of beauty.