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Victory, of a sort.

Many many thanks to Larry and his offspring Derek and Katrina; they got all of the remaining big furniture not only over to the apartment, but the additional pieces down to Bowie for storage.

Many many thanks to nightambre and spouse, for showing up at the Glen Burnie house and aiding me in stuffing the Explorer nearly air-tight and then making repeated runs up and down the stair well to get things up into the apartment.

Megan's there, sleeping for the first time -in- the apartment. There's still packing and cleaning (oh my God, is there cleaning), but we've finally hit the milestone where I can start breathing again.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go pick up after the cats... apparently they threw a full bore bachanalia in my absense. If I find little used kitty rubbers, I'm going to go spastic. Well, after I stop giggling, anyway. So off with me.

I think I'm lost...

I think I'm lost...
... you see, I've been lost before, and this is what it looked like...

I'm at the Glen Burnie house. Since I was literally only a mile from here when I got out of therapy, I figured this would be the right place to come to; surely there must be -something- I can do. And with this promising idea in my mind, I backed the Explorer up to the door and went in.

No empty boxes. No empty containers of -any- sort. And a positively insane amount of little bits and pieces that need to go to the apartment. Just... nothing to put them in. I've just a bit under $10 in my pocket; that'd buy me one, /maybe/ two more totes.

*sigh* I -do- have a ton of laundry at the place I'm watching, though. Time to find something resembling supper and go do it.

Searchin' for something
In a world that's dark and strange
When you think you've found answers
That's when the answers change
Into your hands it's fallin'
Can't you hear the future callin'


[CHORUS]
Carry on the flame
Walk inside the light
The wisdom of the light
Don't ever be denied
Can never be denied
Carry on the flame
Through the darkest night
Hold it on high
Keep the fire burnin' deep inside


You live for the moment
But the moment slips away
A better tomorrow takes
Your best today
Into your hands it's fallin'
Can't you hear the future callin'


[CHORUS]


[King's Horses Reprise/Bridge]
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Won't you try to bring the world together?
Amen...

You can set your sights a little bit higher
You can make it burn just a little bit brighter
It's your legacy, your destiny
Carry on the flame...

Thank you, Triumph. Out of all the cassettes I randomly grabbed, this is the one that ended up in the Explorer's tape deck. An important sentiment... one I'm trying to keep in mind, with varying success. Off I go.

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I'm back at the Bowie house. The drive home from Glen Burnie was... interesting, as I noted in response to a comment on my last entry.

Bullet synopsis:

Should Megan not have another 1 day gig tomorrow (which she'll be finding out right about now), she's going to be shuttling back to the house to meet Regina (our friendly and efficient packing cyclone) in an effort to pack out as much of her bedroom as possible. Regina's bringing boxes to be taped together and loaded; I've relaxed my 'no f'in cardboard' restriction, so long as the boxes come in from the outside, get loaded, and go out again that day.

I'll be arriving somewhere in there with the Explorer, to be loaded with said boxes and then shuttled to the apartment. I.. have no idea if there's anyone local to beg assistance from on that run, so it'll take me forever and a day to drag everything up the stairs.

My knees are suffering badly, as is the left hip. As battered as I am, my effective limits are much shorter than I'm accustomed to. This is slowing me down tremendously.

There is, quite literally, a mountain of clothes here in Bowie to be washed. I'm going to try and hump them up the stairs and into the guest room in an orderly pile of bags... and pray that Crys and Kelly don't flip out and toss me -AND- laundry out onto the street. God knows they've put up with me long enough to be justified in that.

I'm going to go take a nap. My therapy sessions were... particularly gruelling today. As the wear and tear erodes my remaining mental walls, there're some ... rather ... ugly ... things surfacing that I really didn't need on top of everything else. I sat at the house and cried for almost an hour after my last post, and (blessedly) had cleaned myself up by the time Megan arrived.

The last one is the kick to the teeth: because of a very decided lack of fundage in the face of Megan's still unsteady employment, I may lose net access completely for a bit. Given that that's what keeps me sane a good bit of the time, I'm less than pleased. I simply don't see any other option. There're bills stacking up.

G'nite, for a bit.