random thoughts – Day 1,960 – (Tuesday) – erasing and leaving

It’s only Tuesday, but it feels much later in the week. Ugh. The day began and ending with what felt like erasing myself from the house.

There was packing and forgetting and being interrupted by calls and messages from insurance and legal folks. Today had an email asking for a signature on something I did last week, and an application for insurance coverage that had several errors including spelling the city wrong. Cool.

This was all while trying to load the car to get out of the house forever. The destination was the home of friends closer to the new home.

From the start, there were challenges. Up at 5:30, and at 6:00, the roll of toilet paper ran out. Spares of everything had been delivered to Mom’s on Monday. WTF. The closest store opened at 8. There was sweeping and wiping and emptying the fridge. There was the buying to toilet paper. There was no coffee, and I didn't die.

It took a span of four hours to load the car (with detours for other major tasks). Items were sacrificed to the disposal and trash gods because I didn’t have the physical capacity to take it with me (limited cargo space and passenger seat needed for Kiki and carrier).

There was a decision on Sunday to keep Kiki’s litter cabinet in place as long as possible because she was distraught over the chaos. That decision led to issues today when I needed to get it into the car. The cargo area was rearranged countless times. Items previously groped in logical collections were consolidated. The plan of not leaving behind a bin full of trash was abandoned and it felt lucky that I could leave the new folks the rest of the official city Purple Overflow Trash Bags.

A friend came to the rescue and helped with the mattress, box spring, and futon mattress recycling. We loaded stuff into his truck, and after he left and I sat on the couch, I realized we’d forgotten the futon mattress.  

While on the phone with the realtor discussing the news of the one-day delay of the closing of the sale, I realized I had forgot the wall clocks. Later I nearly forgot to take the wifi router.

The final countdown -
Kiki in her box spring.

Kiki was torqued up and hung out in what was left of her beloved box spring until it was ripped from her. The calming treats I gave her must have finally worked because I was able to pick her up and get her into the crate in one attempt. She yowled in displeasure. She yowled the whole one hour and fifteen minute ride to my friends’ house. 

I was concerned the battery might have drained from the car doors and tailgate being open all day, but the real problem was that I neglected to check the fuel level before we rolled out and we nearly ran out of gas. It totally fit with the flow of the day. I finally started to relax somewhere on Route 119, headed to Ashburnham.

Another tiring day, but the finish line is in sight.