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cabbitzillaI'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.
Bullet synopsis:
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.
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Date: 2004-10-12 08:09 am (UTC)Okay, help me out here...
Date: 2004-10-13 04:35 am (UTC)I ask because this seems to be a constant theme in your journal.
How the FRELL do you always have a mountain of clothes to wash?
I mean, I know Laundry is a continuing chore, but Lys and I can make it through a week on four loads of Laundry - maybe 5 if break the black or whites out into smaller loads for easier processing.
How often do you and Megan change clothes?
Signed: Confused in Texas
Re: Okay, help me out here...
Date: 2004-10-13 04:58 am (UTC)When large items of furniture are put into place and then never moved for upwards of five years, things tend to collect behind/under/beside them. Much of the large furniture moved this past weekend was in the 5-6year range... clothes I'd never even SEEN before materialized in front of my eyes.
Me? I use one set of clothes a day. Her? Now you know why, as of moving into the apartment, she'd doing her OWN GODDAMNED LAUNDRY. Amen, hallelujah, pass the bleach alternative.
So there you have it, Confused. Another mystery solved. Join us here next week for another exciting edition of Ellie's Mailbox.