random thoughts – Day 1,953 – (Tuesday) – frazzled

My brain, which had been flirting with mushiness for months leading up to the bank merger, became fully scrambled in the days surrounding June 30, my last day of work. In a six-day span immediately around that date, a lot of big things happened. There was an offer on the house which was in the process of being negotiated, another new showing, and an unexpected offer from a new, second party. The house next door to Mom’s, which she and I had been keeping an eye on for months, came on the market and I saw it privately and again at an open house two days later. The offer on my house from the second party was accepted, which provided the figures to frame the offer on the house next to Mom’s, which was accepted. Whew!

The first day of being job-free featured filing for unemployment (as counseled during an unemployment workshop in the waning days of work) and starting the weekly tasks associated with that. There have been inspections, paperwork, repairs, deposits, packing, loading, stressing, waking up at insane hours of the night, brain fog, and more. When I say I’ve been tired for a month, it is not even a tiny exaggeration, and likely an understatement. 

Still chaotic.

For the bare walls and the small amount of furnishings left in the house, the continued level of chaos is shocking. The cabinets are mostly empty. The closets are mostly empty. My brain is a hot tangled paralyzed mess that is mostly absent of the usual logic and systematic functioning. 

The pickup of the moving cube from Lowell and the delivery to Gardner are scheduled. There are still decisions pending concerning six wood dining chairs, four leather dining chairs (with hairline cracks and flaking), the wood futon, the patio table and umbrella, and the racing bike. I didn’t reach out to my first-choice organization for mattress disposal soon enough and when I did, learned they pick up only one day a week and are booked up for several weeks ahead. The other available options are unfortunately exponentially more expensive. Now I have a clue why people dump stuff on the side of the road. Sheesh!

There will be a couple days with no manual labor required as the household goods are in transit with a couple days in a storage yard before the closing on the next place. After the closing, the plan is to get busy cleaning and prepping, and now that I'm practically a professional painter, maybe I'll do a bit of that before the furniture goes in, although all of the rooms are in good colors already. Maybe I'll just veg as if I'm on vacation. Too bad all the swimwear and hiking things are packed in the cube.