It's going a little better. Crisis with movers, but hoping they will show up as planned. Closing is at 8 am.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Sitting on my step stool in the kitchen and crying. Moving day tomorrow and still not finished packing. Knees are screaming, screaming, screaming. So hard to do things when your knees don't work right. Really could use some help, but there isn't any. Never is. Somehow I have to get this done. It's my fault for being such a loser. Other people do these things better. Other people would have help because they know people who will help. It's my fault for being suh a loser. Telling myself that what can't be cured must be endured, but I've been doing that for so long.
I don't how to get this all done.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I had a nightmare Sunday night. I don't know exactly what it was about. I know I ended up out of bed and in the doorway of my bedroom closet. I was screaming. I remember that. The end result is that I have to add to the moving chores Replace Mini-Blinds in Bedroom. I must have hooked my sleeve or something on the mini-blinds on the way to the closet. It's a tiny bedroom and there's not much of a walkway between the bed and the windows. Or perhaps I grabbed them. Anyway, the one is ruined and I'll have to buy two because I'll never find one new mini-blind to match the undamaged one (it's a natural law).
Sound, refreshing sleep. I dimly remember what that was.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
The underwriter approved the last "proofs." There is a "soft" credit pull three days before closing, but the finance guy expects no difficulties. So, yes, a homeowner in Oakdale I shall be. Closing is July 31 at 8 a.m. and the movers come at 2.
Every once in a while I smile and say to the dog "We are moving to our own house in Oakdale," and he wags his tail happily. Okay, I know he's probably just responding to my tone of voice and hoping it leads to food. But I like to tell him things.
The packing...is not going well. Must make strides this weekend, whatever the knees say. I suspect it will be a lot easier to keep motivated, now that I know what lies at the end of all the effort.
I don't think it's really registered yet.