Wednesday, November 11, 2015

November 11, 2015



Yes, I could have slept in, but awoke at quarter to eight and was up for the count.  Lots of stuff to do today and I wanted to get a jump on it. I find this house still feels as it did when everything was in it – my brain fills in the empty walls with paintings or Mother Hips posters.  This is the rough part…so much junk that has no value or use, but…what do I do??  The movers will be here Monday the 30th at 8.  I have to shampoo the carper before the 19th.  Not sure how to manage that one with dogs here.

I had my TB test checked – negative!  Picked up Ethan, who lives minutes away in Cameron Park.  I am such a goofy mom.  Poor kid; I’m even embarrassed of me when I’m in the mood I was in this morning.  We headed to the orthodontist and saw the four military planes flying overhead, having just completed  their flyby in honor of Veteran’s Day.  I brought the kids there once when they were younger and Ethan still remembered it.  At the appointment, I noticed a woman reading a magazine in the waiting area.  It wasn’t until the daughter walked in after her exam that I realized who it was – Valerie and Kate!  The family of John Curless.  It was wonderful seeing them and we spoke of their adventure to Austria.  Fingers crossed that I can be there soon, myself.  Ethan was soon finished and I drove him back to his dad’s.

I headed home and got busy – very busy -  and within an hour I had a whole mess of boxes semi-packed in many rooms.  I finished the back room, got a lot of kitchen items packed, all my Montessori binders.  Oh, many.  My body was hurting something fierce.  After several hours, I was running out of packing tape (6th roll) and headed to HD for more.  I also dropped more items off at hospice.  This is the first downsize, which is really a lot of extraneous items.  The real downsizing will hopefully take place in half a year, but I’ll start much earlier, however, so that it isn’t this rushed.  I spoke to the propane people and they won’t reimburse me for the over half full tanks (I use it very conservatively).  I hope the landlord will.  I let him know this, but he hasn’t responded to that aspect, just that the walk through will be on the 30th.  Humph.
 

I started burning out back before it got dark.  I had lots of documents to burn and in doing so, stepped on a nail which went right through my shoe and into my foot.  I like to think of it as Texan acupuncture.  After the flames were down and I stewed the embers, I decided to head back to Cameron Park for some delicious rolls and sushi at a lovely restaurant.  As I drove down into the town, I was taken aback at the gorgeous sight _ a lovely orange sky, so beautifully painted by the sunset.  A flock of geese cut into the orange.  There are few sights such as this where I wish I had my camera.  In the restaurant, as I was finishing, three women came in to celebrate one of the women’s birthdays and it was lovely watching their adoration of their friend.  It is such scenes, as well as Maggie’s questions, which makes me ponder my solitude.  I am getting used to it and enjoying it more and more, which is, perhaps, somewhat risky.  
 
Once at home again, I packed up more items: took apart the shelves that held backpacking items, packed canned goods.  I think that leaved dishes and clothes, almost everything else is done.  Ricky will be by tomorrow to check things out and see how much there is to move.  It seems that all these boxes “of stuff” are really ridiculous, and yet I keep the paper weaving Mother’s Day card Maggie made, and the painted bottle Ethan made me for the same purpose because they mean the world to me.  I remember the effort of being that kid – of being so proud of spelling “Happy Anniversary” correctly to my parents on their table with masking tape and being so proud!!!  Yeah – stuff from the store – is lame, but from your kids…it’s everything.

Pictures:  My hand is my height - here really isn't far to go. Dammit...and soon there will be real facial hair; A lovely sight of turkeys (which can't be seen) crossing the road; At the orthodontist's office we were being watched.

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