3rd of the day

I just packed the 3rd box of the day, labeled and carried it to the garage and then carried a bag of trash to the curb.  Every time I take a box out, I carry a bag or two down and now there are 4 bags (ONE VERY LARGE) and the regular can with two more bags.  it's raining, so I haven't hauled out all the bins of recycling yet..

back on line

Of course, I could not take the modem back today because I have yet to hear from Bruce about the mortgage.

So I', back on line, but I may take it back if I hear from him today, in which case I'l be back off line.

The place closes at 5, so I won't take it back unless I hear before 5.  Enough before 5 to detach it and drive it over.  (Before 4:30.)

THis morning I started by folding laundry.  I'd done two loads yesterday and there were more thant wo more waiting down there to be folded in a basket.  I did not complete the task because I got so depressed about not making progress twoard going.

I'm pretty depressed today.

I came up and worked on the dresser and filing cabinet in the bedroom and believe I chave probably completed the process of removing anything I need from there.  I packed one box, a pretty large one, labe,led it and carried it to the garage.  I have some stacks of things on the bed.  This took until after lunch time (with the laundry folding earlier), so I went down for lunch and of course, I'm out of fresh food so I ate a frozen hamburger and some mushrooms and dribs and drabs of other stuff.

Then I started washing dishes.  I'd been so busy that the dishes were piling up inlcuding breaskfast dishes from Sunday.  ANd everything since then.  I haven't finished that yet--I did a lot but not all.  This is because my back was hurting so much I had to sit down.  I feel depressed and sore and in pain and sad.  I'll have to drag myself up and get back to work, but I need a ltitle rest.

Yesterday I drove a picture over to Crystal's house, near Seneca Mall, for the Vera House fund raiser.  I used a picture I'd printed for another show and put it in a frame I paid a dollar-seven for and put a $43 price tag on it--it looked pretty good.  The rest of the pictures for Vera House will have to wait so I think I may pack those frames up next.

trash

I just completed filling a huge trash bag, taller than my waist and Keith carried it to the garage.  If I actually LEAVE on Tuesday or Wednesday, someone else will have to haul out the trash and recycling.  I'll need to know what to do about the water, electricity, cable, mortgage etc before I can leave. 

and yet another!

It's 8 PM and I've been working since 7 AM except for 2 meals, a walk and checking my email from time to time.  I just carried another box to the garage AND a big box stuffed full of cardboard from old boxes I unpacked.

Now I am going to break for dinner and probably for the day, since I need to talk to K&G at 9:15. 

For dinner I am going to make seafood marinara over linguine with grated (fake) cheese and broccoli.   Then get into my PJs and if there is time left, do a little more work.  Tomorrow is my MRI at  10:30  on Taft Road for my brain tumor.

At least, finally, there is actually a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.  YAY! 

But it is also still looking grim for being ready.  I may leave anyway.

baby steps.

I just took two more tiny baby steps toward moving.

I got a box packed and and a large bag of garbage packed and carried both to the garage.  Both were very slow.  I was working in my old midbasement study where manuscripts of poetry and novels were turned back and forth to separate them and had slid tot he side so since they'd been there so long, they were very dusty.  I had to straightened and dust them all before I could pack them.  It's discouraging that it takes so long when there is so little time, and the next few days will be very busy with my MRI and dr. appts etc.

The manuscripts included the old master poetry file, Raven Girl to the Rescue, and early version of Frog Haven, and lots of poems and short stories.  I topped off the box with a stack of unsorted papers just to get moving.

I apparently have a cold which is also slowing me down as I have to keep stopping to blow my nose, and I have asthma.  And I didn't sleep well or long last night, so I am tired,  But the light at the end of the tunnel seems closer, and I am trying to keep the old nose to the grindstone!

losing it!

I went down to put the laundry in the dryer only to discover that it hadn't done t's spin cycle because I'd neglected to close the washer!  WAHN!

My day so far on Monday September 25 at 12:45 PM

I worked in the mid-basement and "completed" the rest of the south west side closest to the lower basement (yesterday I'd completed the back corner of that portion, this morning I completed the front corner of that portion).  By completed, I mean I believe I have removed everything I want to take to Detroit from that area.  I have not swept or vacuumed or removed boxes of stuff that don't relate.  I left a box of kitchen stuff:  glasses, cups etc, from the house at the lake without even examining it.  Hope there's nothing in there we want! 

I hauled out to the garage a HUGE garbage bag full of old clothes, papers, school papers, art and other nonrecyclables.  There are now three full trash bags for this weeks trash cycle.  Hard work, sweaty, dirty and the progress is incredibly slow.  From that stash, I did save some stuff, including pix from 1976 and earlier.  These included pix of Sara as a baby and toddler.  Also somehow a few of baby Erin.

I need to break now to shower, dress and send poems and pictures to Christopher Bursk for the reading I am doing in PA on Friday November 10.  I need to wash dishes (I'm getting behind again), fold laundry, call about Medicaid and social security for Mom (and maybe for myself), CANCEL a whole bunch of upcoming medical appointments including the MRI for my brain tumor since my heath insurance is now in Detroit, etc.  A lot of etcs including pack for Dodge.  BAH HUMBUG!  I want to get out of here, but none of those things will further that task.

Freedom

 

That stomach ache

That weird stomach ache is here again.  I just ate 3 tiny grilled fake cheese sandwiches and a bowl of cereal.  1 small bowl of cereal with rice milk, and now my tummy hurts.

RAIN!!!

It's raining again.  Still.  Well it did stop yesterday, long enough for us
to walk.  I'm sad about each of a number of things I'm throwing away, the
test results for my ski test, those expensive and nice lightweight pants I
loved so much.  Sweaters and T-shirts with tiny minor flaws that they won't
want at the salvation army, but that I would wear if I hadn't gained gained weight.  I hate being fat,

It's pouring.  Adam's sister just came over to invite me to a "block party" they're having.  Adam and his friends are going to be playing music.  I was about to go out for my constitutional.