Big week. The sale of Rainbow's End (now "Rainbow's Ended"?) closed on
Tuesday, after a marathon clean-up session. (The buyers had done a
walk-through Monday evening, and called with a list of things
that had to be cleaned up. If they weren't done by EOD Tuesday, they were
going to hold up closing. Since the closing for our purchase was
scheduled for Wednesday, that was a non-starter. Cleanup had to be done.)
First (realtor) Chris and I cleaned up the messes left by the movers who
ghosted on us last week, the housekeeper, and me when I came by both
Thursday and Sunday and simply ran out of spoons. I think some valuable
things may have been hauled off by the guys from 1-800-GOT-JUNK, but I was
pretty low on spoons at that point.
After that, (this is still Tuesday!) I met G at UHaul to rent a truck so
that we could get his motorcycles out of the garage. Fortunately, our
housekeeper (G', if you've been following the details of my notation)
offered to store them at her house. We probably came within
inches of dropping a bike, more than once.
After that, I came back to the house (no longer ours, since they
did close on time) to pick up the hazardous materials we'd taken
out of the garage, since GOT-JUNK doesn't do hazmat. I came around to the
front after that, and took a blossom and a bud from the Royal Amethist
rose. Then I sang "The Mary Ellen Carter" on the way home to
keep from losing it.
Wednesday, the purchase of our new house on Whidbey Island closed. I also
learned that 1. the household hazmat site on Aurora Avenue is closed on
Wednesdays, and 2. latex paint is not considered hazardous, so they won't
take it. I was, and still am, too short on emotional cope to react
significantly to either event.
Thursday I bought cat litter for solidifying the paint. I was kind of out
of it, and didn't do much except reading (see links).
Friday I found out that C had not gotten signed up for Medicare.
Damnit, she was positive that she had; if I'd known we could have
done it when we visited the office to deliver our marriage license. Weeks
ago. Shit. I also took care of the nine cans of paint that actually had
room for cat litter to be added.
Saturday I tried to get C signed up for Medicare, and failed. (I failed
again today.) There's still a lot of other stuff I've been neglecting.
Meanwhile, I've been doing paperwork mostly connected with health care,
utilities, you name it. If I'd been under any illusions that retiring
was going to be less stressful than working, well, ... Maybe it gets
better? Damned if I know. I've also been reading a lot, mostly math and
computer science, probably because it gets me into a flow state where I'm
not really aware of anything else. Not being aware of anything mostly
sounds pretty good right now.
Oh, yeah; I ought to schedule an appointment with my therapist. Not that
that's been doing any noticable good lately. I have difficulty imagining
how it could do any good, which may be part of the problem.
(That's not a new thing; except for learning about CBT and getting me on
the first of a series of drugs that may or may not still be working it
didn't do a whole lot for me back in California, either.)
And don't get me started on politics.
( Notes & links, as usual )