Well, I found that yesterday that I was actually admitted on March 9, not February 9, so I have been here a little over six months instead of seven. This should be a good thing, because I have regained a month, but in reality it doesn't feel like it makes that much difference.
The foster home I went to tour is a very beautiful house, but I don't think I will go there because they have a two-year-old and a six month old, so they want everybody in bed early. Plus the shower is not a roll in, so she says that she will transfer me, but she's about as tall as me, and doesn't look very strong. So I'm torn, but I'm leaning toward waiting for something better, especially because I know that once you get into the adult foster system, it's really hard to get back out.
At least here I can go out when I want to, for a little while longer anyway, because I have a little bit of money saved up still. Last night was pretty cool. I got to hold a friend that was hurting, and be held by another friend who know I was hurting. That was a real blessing. I get lots of hugs of the quick kind, but I rarely ever get really held. She, who is the same friend who gives me my massages, also danced with me, showing me how to do moves that stretch my arms and neck. Ulterior motives much? :-). But toward the end, my body actually began to understand what it was supposed to do, which is pretty cool.
In poker news last tournament I took fifth place, but the best part was that I am the one who "took out" the owner of the bar. I flopped two high card pairs, jacks and tens (this means I had a jack and a 10 in my hand, and one of each came up in the first three cards turned over in the middle of the table, which is called the flop.),and kept calling her bets. Finally, she went all in, (bet all her remaining chips) because she thought she had something better. But a 10 had shown up on the river (the last card turned over on the table), so I called her final bet. I don't usually call an all in bet, but this time I knew I had the full house. (Three of one kind of card and two of another.) She was not very happy. She's a great player, and she rarely gets beaten. But it won me a couple of free drinks. :-).
I'm kind of worried about Max. Haven't heard from him in a while. I know I'm gone a lot, but he appears to be as well. If I don't hear from him in a little while, I will go over, because I keep getting his voicemail. Still struggling with my own depression surrounding living here, so the little walk will do me some good.
Remember, it's just a hop to the left.... :-).