Day 131
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
This turned into a ridiculously busy day, whitout being
particularly productive. I woke way too
early; but did manage to go back to sleep for an hour or so after I’d been up a
few hours. I finished going through the
remaining bits of paper, and the bulk of it .. at least the parts that I think
have (or may have) anything important are all in one container. I still need DIL to help me sort and file,
but at least it’s not as overwhelming.
The insurance man came a bit earlier than scheduled (he
called to ask if it was OK). We reviewed
my insurance and annuity and decided no changes were needed.
While he was still here my SIL got here, but she stayed
outside (picking blueberries) until he left.
Since she was already out, I went out too, and we decided to go on and
put the big metal chaise in her truck.
All I can say is we’re not overly clever old women! It rolled over easily enough, with me pulling
the “head” end and she pushing the “foot” end (but it has big wheels). When we went to lift it into the truck bed, I
had to let go of the head to grab the bar underneath so I could lift it high
enough. I just didn’t realize that when
I let go, the “adjustable” head part would just flop back .. and the top edge
of it whacked me right in the forehead!!
Ouch!!! No, not hard enough to
knock me out .. I’m pretty sure it didn’t even make a bruise. There’s just a tiny lump, but it is very
tender; and I am tending towards headachy.
I believe that’s only adding to overall stress … still makes me feel
stupid. L
While SIL was here, the owners of the house (Mrs. P and her
son) came over. That was a surprise,
though I suppose it shouldn’t be. They
indicated they would prefer to check and clean the house before another tenant
moves in … but … they weren’t totally adamant.
(I told TGF to tell her friend to give them his “pitch”. His kids need a stable environment as soon as
possible, and he’s willing to just not use the back room until repairs are
made. I have no idea if he’ll be
successful, but it’s up to him now). It
turns out they knew (or at least, he did – told his mother he’d known) about
the damanage to the back wall. The
roofer had told him there was damage; but it wasn’t anything he could do
something about while we were living here and using that room. It was, overall, an interesting
experience. They said nothing whatsoever
about damages that I thought would upset them (like the cat ruined
spindle). The only tiny note of
discomfort (to me) was that she thought there had been a washer and dryer here
when I moved in. I told her I didn’t
think so; but in any case, I’d long since had to buy new ones. The more I think about it, the more sure I am
there wasn’t a dryer, but I just can’t remember about the washer. I know I had some (very old hand-me-downs)
when I moved in.
In the course of talking with SIL I mentioned that I’ve
almost completely convinced myself I should sell the antique dresser. I love it .. but …it’s just too big to be
practical in the apartment. And no one
else in the family seems to want it. SIL
mentioned she might know of an antique dealer who might at least come look at
it. So I asked her to go ahead and call
him. I may call her this morning and
remind her. The forecast for this
weekend is looking worse and worse … very “iffy” for a yardsale … and there’s
no more time. If I could sell the
dresser, the freezer (might have someone interested) and the entertainment
center (or 2 large bookcases and a TV cabinet), I could call the ReStore to
come pick up the stuff (but they’d have to make 2 pickups since some is now at
TGF’s house). Right now the biggest down
side to donating everything is that they’d take it “as is” .. which means
crammed into boxes. And that means I’d
lose several of the big boxes I was counting on getting back. I’m down to not so many boxes again; but at
this point, it’s really hard to tell what I will even need. The bottom line is, I really really want to
get out of dealing with a yardsale .. but feel like I have no choice but make
the effort to make a bit more money, plus the vague possibility of getting a
dealer to just buy the whole lot of it.
After the landlords left, and then SIL left, and later SIL
left, I pretty much did nothing else.
TGF had said she’d come by again; but at least she called, and I knew
sort of what was going on at her house.
She never did get here.
Today is the last appointment I will have and then the
doctor will transfer me to the local office.
TGF will pick me up, and hopefully none of the drama around her will
interfere for today at least. She’s
supposed to come as soon as BGS16 gets home from soccer practice. The *plan* is to go by Best Buy to
..**gasp**.. leave the computer to find out what’s going on with it. Then we’ll go by the rental office (and pray
the timing doesn’t put us there at lunch time) to finally sign the lease. From there it’s on to the appointment, which
is at 3:00. So hopefully the timing will
all work out. Then we will stop by BB on
the way home again, and I desperately hope my computer will be ready to come
home.
If no one hears from me .. blog or email … that would be
why. And, of course, then I’d be stuck
having to find someone to take me to get it when ready.
I have 18 days to move in day, and at least 47 things I need
to get done.. 13 of them I will need
help of some sort with (but today will take care of 2 and maybe 3 of
them). It’s getting scary. Even though technically I don’t have to have
everything out of this house on the 23rd … the fact is, once I’m in
the apartment, getting back and forth here to finish up anything will be a
major problem. It’s too far and everyone
works. And I know I need to worry about
getting there first, and then deal with what’s next. It just all continues to feel
overwhelming. And as I keep saying ..
even though I’ve given away a massive amount of stuff, and have an even more
massive amount for yardsale and/or donating, plus things to sell … in the end,
I’ve had to deal with this entire huge house by myself. People have helped me with various things ..
but not actually sorting and packing any of it.
And I’m just really tired.
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