Thursday July 2nd 2026

I don't think you can call what I am is exactly 'awake'. I woke up at 6:15 but I was in the middle of a dream,looked at the clock and went back to sleep and had a continuation of the same dream. Finally saw it was 7:30 AM and spent the next 45 minutes getting dressed in slow-motion with my eyes shut for most of it, as I stumbled around, determined that I HAD TO get up, but doing it from a weird state of half-sleep.

At one point I went into a very slow-motion 5-stage 'fall', from which I got up in slow motion as well. No injuries, just unbalanced, and I managed to get up in slow-motion stages, and continued to get dressed. Down to the kitchen to make my coffee and feed the dog, then back up to the bed to take my meds (which I had, thank goodness, prepoured into the mediset yesterday) and kept trying to pull out of this trance fugue. I am slowly emerging, and about to get my 2nd cup of coffee. It's a good thing I can backspace and correct my mis-spellings, because otherwise this post would be unreadable!

I realized at one point during the night that I had not transferred all my writings into boxes so I can load them into the pod. That's three plus boxes of cardboard from the ABC store, filled to the brim with papers and notebooks, which I do not have time to sort through, so I will have to transfer them as-is for perusal at later time, when I am at my new residence. After my 2nd cup of coffee, I fervently hope I will be awake enough to RE-begin the tasks aimed at finally starting to load the POD. a little at a time, keeping in mind the instructions to try to load the weights equally. BiL is supposed to be bringing me some rope to secure the load in the criss-cross manner suggested for loading things to keep shifting at a minimum. Will have to wash my bedding now, so the dog and I can sleep on them prior to loading them in the car, thus giving them 'our smell' (for the dog to understand , or at least feel, that will be our 'home') without actually being grossly stinky! I plan to put them on the bed we will be using until the POD arrives with my frame and mattress. Will have to take the baby-gate in the car so I can keep Tinker corralled in our new room while I do the back-and-forth unloading.

At some point I will have to go get more dog food and more coffee to see us through MOVE DAY and beyond, because the last thing I want to have to do once we get there is go to the grocery store right away! // My meds are beginning to get down to their business of easing off the morning ouches and oohs, so I will soon (or a tad later than that) be able to start my day in ernest. // I am not sure I am going to be able to take the car to be cleaned inside and out, but maybe it will happen; however I am not fretting about that. My friend J is supposed to be sending me housing info, but I think I have yet to receive it, and even if it is there in my in-box now, I won't have the time or inclination to look at it, as I am too busy to take in the info.

It is now 10 AM and I will have to begin SOMETHING! I will give an update later in the day, as it also gives me an idea of what I am getting accomplished.

So bye-bye for now, and I'm hoping I get much more.

Oops, more already....I just spent a good while on the phone setting up a policy with American Home Life. So NOW it is 11:20 AM and I hope and pray I can continue with the actual sorting and tossing and packing processes I had originally planned on doing, because TIME's A'WASTIN" !

But first Tinker needs to be walked.

Bracing for the heat and humidity....

Goodness, Stars, your POD people sound frustrating. But glad you have a go-date and all.

Joe, I missed what happened to your knee. Still stiff and sore?

I whacked the heck out of my little toe on the doorframe of our closet a couple of nights ago and it is a pretty shade of purple. I just can't bring myself to wear shoes in the house even though I know it would prevent that kind of stuff. (as well as stepping in cat vomit, ugh).

Hubs continues to feed the 3 stray cats.

Hubs secured a place to keep the boat at the lake for a couple of months and he wants to spend the 4th on the lake and watch their fireworks from out on the water. I thought it would be fine -- we'd go in the late afternoon/early evening and stay until the fireworks were done and put the boat away. BUT he says let's go in the morning and spend the whole day. Um, it's been in the 90s all week with "abundant sunshine" and I just don't know if I'm really up for that. And what are the odds there will be any wind? His best friend from Indiana will make a short visit, along with the friend's grandson, in a couple of weeks and Hubs plans to take them sailing, too. Again, hoping for a little wind.

Dern, I just deleted my entire post! RATZ!

I didn't get "jack' done today towards THE move. It is 100 degrees right now, and the humidity is still DREADFUL. But I have to press on and do SOMETHING!! Maybe I'll carry some boxes down to the den to be trolly'ED out to the POD tomorrow. All I have been able to accomplish thus far today, is just a LOT of sighing!

Ado~ At least cat vomit won't turn your toe purple! ('Always look on the bright side of life!')

I'm always barefoot indoors. Best friend is always in shoes due to his ortho issues. I would hate it.

Stars, get something done. You already have won the "do nothing" prize but you took it from me. Joe wins most productive. Moving day will come whether you like it or not so getting little things done one at a time will help you in the long run.

Today was a "meh" busy kind of day. I had two patients and the nurses had 6 apiece.
Turns out one of the administrators that I shot that email last night about an issue, checked her email while in house visiting her father in the hospital and addressed the situation and stopped to see me today. I guess being outspoken can sometimes help. But I'm only outspoken when I need be and am mostly compliant doing what I'm told as I'm a worker not a boss. So nice to know they take me seriously when I do speak up.

Cooling off after wrapping the Queen Anne Desk with Saran wrap. I have realized I should have emptied all the drawers of even light wgt things, and gotten the desk drawers brought down stairs first, and now I think I'm going to have to cut the saran wrap off, after all the difficulty putting it 'round and 'round, because it will take two people to carry it downstairs.. Prolly should've saved the wrapping for when it is in the POD. If I tried to trolly it down the stairs, the legs would snap off! Live and learn!

But I then found some big yellow envelopes and brought them downstairs to peruse the contents, and found some really neat things, one of which was a card sent to me by my younger brother in 1990, which would put him at the age of 38 or so when he wrote it. I'm going to copy down some of it so you can see the odd humor that runs in my family. I had asked him if he still had long hair and had he grown back his beard. (He had such a heavy shadow even when he was cleanly shaven. My mother said, "Don't tell him I said so, but I think he looks better with his beard.. He looks like a THUG when he has no beard.")

"Yes, I did grow my beard back -- last January. Then I shaved it down to a mustache in the Spring. Then I shaved the mustache off for my 38th (birthday, not parallel). Then I grew the beard back in September. Then I shaved it off. I now SHAVE on the average of 3x/wk. I also chopped ALL my hair off again--------- REAL.REAL EXTREMELY SHORT -- shorter than Frank Zappa's. Y'see, every time I looked in the mirror when I had a beard I saw a guy I recognized as being deep in debt and stressed out. When I look in the mirror when I don't have a beard, I say, "SCREECH!" and then, "Oh, that's just ME! Or IS IT? Who is that guy?!" Get the picture? Speaking of pictures I have a new Rogue's Gallery of a picture. Maybe Mom will give you her copy, which she doesn't have yet. It's a real grubby Humphrey Bogart THUG picture. Mom will say, "UGH! That's not MY son!" ........So, what was the question?"

I also found some art work (drawings) from my nephew, and I saw where the teacher had noted to my SiL, "He is the most imaginative child I have ever taught in all my 32 years." It was attached to a drawing of my dog, Moosie, just walking along past a tree, with his little stuffed rooster toy following him. It said under it, "Most people thought he was just an ordinary dog," and the next picture showed him flying with his legs stretched straight out in front and behind him, with a Cape with an "M-C" on it, fluttering above and behind him as he flew, and under that drawing were the words, "But he was really.....MOOSIE COWBOY!" He had drawn me another color drawing of Moosie, kind of smiling, which was titled, "Don't bite your Mother!" That's because Moosie had a very gentle mouth which he would 'pretend' bite me with, and he'd wag when I'd say, "Don't Bite Your Mother!" in a growly kind of voice. (Ah, reminiscing 😊!)

So then I started watching "INDEPENDENCE DAY", another movie which I've never seen before. I tuned in just about when Will Smith had just punched an alien in the....nose(?) and he lit up a cigar. The thing that always offends me during certain "touching" portions of movies is when the background music swells, so you can't hear the tenderly spoken dialog. Grrr. Now is the big shoot'em up scene and the music grows louder and louder....and CRESCENDO!! The movie ends happily ever after.

As you can tell, I am working very hard at packing, etc. (I'ma hate ma'se'f tomorrow, I reckon.)

I wish I'd bought some chocolate ice cream today.

Okay, Tweety. I guess I'll have to go cut the Saran wrap off the desk and bring the drawers downstairs, so at least I will have done SOMETHING tonight! SMH, tsk, tsk. And I'll carry some other boxes down, too

Gouda Nacht!