A more coherent post...
Oct. 30th, 2004 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaI should be celebrating, I imagine. 80%->85% of the gear that was still in the Glen Burnie house is now here at the apartment. When it looked like the careful plans I'd made to assemble a reliable crew for today looked like they'd unravel completely, Fuzzy and Adam showed up and between them did the work of five.
Things started rough this morning; sleep never quite managed to claim me last night, so I rose this morning in exactly the shape I'd been in last night: tired, battered, in excruciating pain from the left quad and the arthritis, and beaten.
Megan and I left the apartment at the same time, vanishing out our chosen routes to the Glen Burnie house. The Explorer was desperately in need of fuel, and I absolutely didn't want to have to do it in Columbia at $2.09/gallon... when there's a station just south of the old house where I can get it for $1.95/gallon. Yes, I'm a cheap bitch. I dumped $39 down the Explorer's fuel neck this morning, and that extra $0.14/gallon would have kicked it over $40. Bite me.
I got to the house at 11:44. I'd told everyone concerned that I wanted to start at noon. In my book, 'arrive noonish' means your ass gets there between 10 till and 10 after. Heidi showed up at about 12:05. The other person that'd committed to help with Heidi apparently decided that she didn't even owe us a phone call to let us know she wasn't coming. Crys got hung up getting out of the house, but she'd dropped me a line and let me know that she was still coming. Great. Late I can cope with. I stepped outside to get a quick cigarrette, then headed in to marshal up the boxes to be loaded. That was interrupted by a pair of phone calls; both of the 'hopeful' tentative extras called out. One got stuck doing store inventory, the other's got a truck with a dead alternator. *sigh*
I sent Megan dashing back to Columbia to retrieve the totes I'd managed to forget, then started tearing down my desk and the remaining cabling supporting the Mac. By the time Megan got back, both the Explorer and Heidi's truck were fully loaded, and Heidi and I were bickering over the color of the sky, whether the glass was half full or half empty, and anything else you can imagine. We both get terse when under a time restrictions.. both of us are aware that the other's not angry with us, we're just... testy. Crys showed up at that point, blessedly. Megan (Saturn) and Heidi (S-10 pickup) hauled ass for Columbia, and Crys and I hurriedly stuffed the Escape full of boxes and headed for the apartment.
We arrived in time to say g'bye to Heidi, who had a wedding rehearsal to get to. Such was why I'd set the start time so 'early'... I knew she didn't have huge amounts of time. We emptied the Escape, and then... I folded up. I spent nearly a half hour with my head between my knees, trying desperately to convince my body that it really did not want to throw up. The raw quad and mounting arthritis pain had finally caught up to me. Megan semi-flaked at that point, crying what has become her daily mantra of 'migraine'... what kind of migraine leaves you able to sit and watch tv and giggle at inane things? I deal with occasional migraines... the 'lock yourself in the closet with pillows wedged over eyes and ears and pray nobody breathes within a block of you' variety. *shakes her head* She went to take a nap. Or watch TV. Or masturbate while whistling the Star Spangled Banner in A-flat minor. Whatever.
I collapsed on the sofa. There was no way in hell I was going to even /ask/ Crys to keep working alone... and I knew that Megan wouldn't and that I was almost to the point of being unable to stay upright. The only vehicle left to unload was the Explorer, and at that point I was willing to shelve it until tomorrow. About twenty minutes later, though, I got a call from Fuzzy. Who was waiting at the GB house. With help. *blink* *blinkblink*
Well, then. I made sure he was aware that I was a walking coma patient, and Crys and I piled into the (empty) Escape and rolled back to GB. After a bit of mutual bullshitting, and something that finally got an actual emotion in response that wasn't bitterness and/or rage, both vehicles got loaded again. There's one room left in the house to empty, now, with bits and fragments in a couple other rooms... and then I can open the addition and try and see what's salvageable.
And in spite of the accomplishment.... what I'm feeling most right this second is defeat. The move is finally -moving-, but I'm still dealing with a 50%->70% back out rate... and when I tried to lay out my computer gear this afternoon, I managed to blow out the Belkin four port KVM that's at the heart of my setup. I'm overwhelmed. And I need to do this tomorrow... /maybe/ the third bedroom can get emptied. That'd only leave the addition. I'm just... finding it very very hard to deal with. I'm tired beyond what I thought was possible.
Things started rough this morning; sleep never quite managed to claim me last night, so I rose this morning in exactly the shape I'd been in last night: tired, battered, in excruciating pain from the left quad and the arthritis, and beaten.
Megan and I left the apartment at the same time, vanishing out our chosen routes to the Glen Burnie house. The Explorer was desperately in need of fuel, and I absolutely didn't want to have to do it in Columbia at $2.09/gallon... when there's a station just south of the old house where I can get it for $1.95/gallon. Yes, I'm a cheap bitch. I dumped $39 down the Explorer's fuel neck this morning, and that extra $0.14/gallon would have kicked it over $40. Bite me.
I got to the house at 11:44. I'd told everyone concerned that I wanted to start at noon. In my book, 'arrive noonish' means your ass gets there between 10 till and 10 after. Heidi showed up at about 12:05. The other person that'd committed to help with Heidi apparently decided that she didn't even owe us a phone call to let us know she wasn't coming. Crys got hung up getting out of the house, but she'd dropped me a line and let me know that she was still coming. Great. Late I can cope with. I stepped outside to get a quick cigarrette, then headed in to marshal up the boxes to be loaded. That was interrupted by a pair of phone calls; both of the 'hopeful' tentative extras called out. One got stuck doing store inventory, the other's got a truck with a dead alternator. *sigh*
I sent Megan dashing back to Columbia to retrieve the totes I'd managed to forget, then started tearing down my desk and the remaining cabling supporting the Mac. By the time Megan got back, both the Explorer and Heidi's truck were fully loaded, and Heidi and I were bickering over the color of the sky, whether the glass was half full or half empty, and anything else you can imagine. We both get terse when under a time restrictions.. both of us are aware that the other's not angry with us, we're just... testy. Crys showed up at that point, blessedly. Megan (Saturn) and Heidi (S-10 pickup) hauled ass for Columbia, and Crys and I hurriedly stuffed the Escape full of boxes and headed for the apartment.
We arrived in time to say g'bye to Heidi, who had a wedding rehearsal to get to. Such was why I'd set the start time so 'early'... I knew she didn't have huge amounts of time. We emptied the Escape, and then... I folded up. I spent nearly a half hour with my head between my knees, trying desperately to convince my body that it really did not want to throw up. The raw quad and mounting arthritis pain had finally caught up to me. Megan semi-flaked at that point, crying what has become her daily mantra of 'migraine'... what kind of migraine leaves you able to sit and watch tv and giggle at inane things? I deal with occasional migraines... the 'lock yourself in the closet with pillows wedged over eyes and ears and pray nobody breathes within a block of you' variety. *shakes her head* She went to take a nap. Or watch TV. Or masturbate while whistling the Star Spangled Banner in A-flat minor. Whatever.
I collapsed on the sofa. There was no way in hell I was going to even /ask/ Crys to keep working alone... and I knew that Megan wouldn't and that I was almost to the point of being unable to stay upright. The only vehicle left to unload was the Explorer, and at that point I was willing to shelve it until tomorrow. About twenty minutes later, though, I got a call from Fuzzy. Who was waiting at the GB house. With help. *blink* *blinkblink*
Well, then. I made sure he was aware that I was a walking coma patient, and Crys and I piled into the (empty) Escape and rolled back to GB. After a bit of mutual bullshitting, and something that finally got an actual emotion in response that wasn't bitterness and/or rage, both vehicles got loaded again. There's one room left in the house to empty, now, with bits and fragments in a couple other rooms... and then I can open the addition and try and see what's salvageable.
And in spite of the accomplishment.... what I'm feeling most right this second is defeat. The move is finally -moving-, but I'm still dealing with a 50%->70% back out rate... and when I tried to lay out my computer gear this afternoon, I managed to blow out the Belkin four port KVM that's at the heart of my setup. I'm overwhelmed. And I need to do this tomorrow... /maybe/ the third bedroom can get emptied. That'd only leave the addition. I'm just... finding it very very hard to deal with. I'm tired beyond what I thought was possible.
it's beyond me; help me Mommy
I'll be good, you will see; take these dreams away...
I'll be good, you will see; take these dreams away...
