November 9, 2015

I woke up just before 4 o’clock this time and couldn’t get back to sleep right away (passionately) because I’m excited about Europe and, of course,  the new house.  Europe because I can already feel how my body will react by being Home; showing the kids and exploring all the wonderful things.   Then the house...my mind is considering exactly how I am going to get the items moved in, the house cleaned and walked with the landlord in one day.  I have no idea.

It was time to get the kids to school and somewhere in there I realized I forgot to get my TB test checked.  Very irritating.  I knew Rapid Care does it for $45, so as soon as I dropped the “little ones” off (Mags is so elegant and Ethan took my breath away with his handsomeness), I headed for yet another injection.  The young woman (because I doubt she was more than 18) was very nervous, though tried to act as if she knew what she was doing, but I know this act because I have done it so many times before (although not with a needle).  She wiped my arm somewhere, and then walked around trying to find other things she needed and came back and injected me somewhere in the vicinity of the swab.  There was a woman supervising her who smiled and spoke with me (and WOW that stung!), but I smiled and responded because we all learn, right?  I set my alarm for Wednesday so that I don’t miss this one.

I was a little sad that I had not thought to bring the 1984 city plan of Guadalajara to give to Ruth or the shelf piece for Jenni, but I had much to do.  I headed home and began cleaning out the filing cabinet.  SO many papers (and I had already cleared out a lot when I spent a week in bed after my ruptured ovarian cyst in January).  A great deal was learned this weekend, however, and if I can donate sentimental things and costly things, then I can certainly recycle paper things.  My fire paper grew by a third today.  I fit 4 drawers of documents into a small cardboard box from Home Depot: The cabinet is empty.  Then I got started on 4 different parts of the house, because that is what I generally do…and I accomplished none of them.  And the entire time at home, I never got music turned on (though I finished uploading my CDs to iTunes library and now have about 300 CDs to get rid of).

Quick trip to The Bookery to sell of a few more books (though I gave away so many lovely books this weekend from Maggie) and then cashed my check.  Another $63 dollars to add to the family fund.  No idea what we will get.  The initial plan was a Go Pro, but we aren’t scuba diving here… no idea. At home, I went through my jewelry box that I have had for over 20 years (gifted to me by my mom) and got rid of old jewelry pieces from there, too!  I’m on a roll.  Tool box was put into 2 boxes, haven’t hit camping stuff yet, but maybe tomorrow or Wednesday.  

And then…after a morning of texting with Gio, tonight I heard from Brent – who said he still has the teddy bear I gave him before my accident.   Telling me that meant the world to me!  These guys... that I had such a special relationship with over 20 years ago and those same feelings have bridged so many of my lives (because I feel there have been quite a few since high school).  It’s funny (not, haha funny, of course)..so the guy I lost my heart to  and pines over for so long…won’t ever hear from him again.  Yet these guys, these friends of mine – it is as if time has frozen, because I still feel the way I did about them then.  I read through some psych evals again this morning (MMPI and a letter from a professional of some sort)…on narcissistic I  scored high 90s, hysteria also high…I had a high score of “faking bad.”  I was not a very healthy teenager.  Good thing is, this was situational due to the accident.  And yet – here they are…my two buddies who knew me before.  I’m so thrilled.

Pictures:  My dad - "Allice" Munzer (It's really Alois, a Flemish name).  This was a letter about property he was looking at in Austin to expand the restaurants;  The USMC stickers from Brent almost 20 years ago; 3 very important pieces of paper:  The first was a letter of apology to my parents the night I went to my first AA meeting, Dec 12, 2991.  Teh second was Dec 10, 1993, the night I got sober because of the last slip of paper =- two saying which hit me like a two-ton-heavy thing when I came to and influenced me greatly; I'm a Texas Tech person!  What's our school motto???  Gig 'em?  I have no idea...; Set lists from my Hips.  I do love these guys.  Can't wait for Hipsmas!