Thursday, July 31, 2014

First things first on moving day


It's going a little better. Crisis with movers, but hoping they will show up as planned. Closing is at 8 am. 


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Crying

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

Sleep and hydrangeas

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. 


On a happier note, the snowball hydrangeas have come back or their first full year.



Sunday, July 27, 2014

Nap


Wish I had a good camera. This would have been the best shot ever. However, you can still tell Buddha's the cutest dog ever.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

And, it's going to happen

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.