Today I became a true resident of Tallapoosa County. I went to the courthouse and bought my car tag. Instead of being the Lee County price of $119 it was $89.45 I also updated my driver's license and instead of $25 dollars it was $19. Being that both tag and license are paid to the STATE and not the county I concluded Lee County is operated by cut-throat thieves.
As I left the courthouse I was given a packet of seeds, forget-me-nots. I don't know who the man was handing out seeds, or why he was doing it, but I am not the least bit surprised to be given free seeds at the courthouse. That's just the way it is up here. The Extension Service has an office in the courthouse near the driver's license office which is located in a vault. Inside it felt like a jail cell. I didn't ask. I also got a free map. That shocked me. Lee County charges. Another thing I like about the Tallapoosa courthouse is the fact that I could actually find it. Sensibly it is located on Main Street and I can get there via two state highways. The Opelika courthouse is stuck under a bridge near a railroad track on a miserable little side street that I never remember the name of. I usually find the Lee County courthouse by sheer dumb luck. And the people friendly up here. Like they seem to enjoy answering my questions even if I ask something dumb. I spent a grand total of 35 minutes doing three things. Those same three things would have taken half the day in my old town and nobody would have given any thing for free except a hard time.
In other news I got fed up waiting for the box so I called M. He hasn't sent it. Worse, I called on my cell so now he has my number. He said he would call me when he sent the box and I cringed. I may get another phone.
Foo stole my ideas. Remember I have to send bi-weekly reports now? Well he copied and pasted my email, added some bs and sent it along to the VP like it was all him. I blame myself for the oversight. I cast a spell using a mirror. Instead of having all his junk land back in his lap he just sort of basked in my reflection. I reworded the spell. He's been out 'sick' for two days and rumors are flying. Maybe someone does see what I see. Now when I send the report I comment on the bare minimum without venturing any info, plans, or suggestions. This has made for smaller reports, but that's his problem, not mine. If he ever comes back to work.
I'm still torn on selling fabric. Maybe I'll start small and see how it goes.
I haven't finished the roll of film. I did unpack the last of the boxes b/c I got a sewing job that needs to be finished this weekend. I had to find all my tools and clear off my cutting table so I could actually do the work. Since I will be sewing this weekend it could be a while before I post again. Just so you know.
The Witchcraft of FreeDragon
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wow
Wow, two days of bloggin' in a row! I must be on a roll.
I have cleaned out the sewing room- somewhat. I can walk in there now. I found my loom and my scissors. All the projects are in one corner. I still have five boxes to unpack.
I am almost done with the roll of film. I have about six exposures left. Maybe next weekend I'll have pictures to show. But don't get your hopes up.
I want everyone to know that I am reading their blogs, but as I only come here on the weekends I am week behind times. So I stopped posting comments. But I do read everything you posted during the week. At the library I am allotted an hour on the computer and I use just about every second of it. Yesterday I ran out of time, and I could have logged back in, but nobody likes a computer hog.
I am debating something, so I would like some feedback. IF I do this it won't happen for a while. Several years ago I sold my quilts at an indoor flea market. The quilts did sell, but not at a predictable rate. Some months I had an empty booth and I'd struggle to make enough product to restock, then for the next couple of months I'd barely sell anything. I am thinking of doing something similar again, but this time selling hand-dyed fabric and maybe lace. I'd still have quilts, they just wouldn't be my main product. So what do you think? Good, bad, needs more planning? I am torn. I think I could make it work but I'm not sure how much time and effort I want to devote to the project. Last time it was like working 2 full time jobs and I would prefer this to be something part time.
I have cleaned out the sewing room- somewhat. I can walk in there now. I found my loom and my scissors. All the projects are in one corner. I still have five boxes to unpack.
I am almost done with the roll of film. I have about six exposures left. Maybe next weekend I'll have pictures to show. But don't get your hopes up.
I want everyone to know that I am reading their blogs, but as I only come here on the weekends I am week behind times. So I stopped posting comments. But I do read everything you posted during the week. At the library I am allotted an hour on the computer and I use just about every second of it. Yesterday I ran out of time, and I could have logged back in, but nobody likes a computer hog.
I am debating something, so I would like some feedback. IF I do this it won't happen for a while. Several years ago I sold my quilts at an indoor flea market. The quilts did sell, but not at a predictable rate. Some months I had an empty booth and I'd struggle to make enough product to restock, then for the next couple of months I'd barely sell anything. I am thinking of doing something similar again, but this time selling hand-dyed fabric and maybe lace. I'd still have quilts, they just wouldn't be my main product. So what do you think? Good, bad, needs more planning? I am torn. I think I could make it work but I'm not sure how much time and effort I want to devote to the project. Last time it was like working 2 full time jobs and I would prefer this to be something part time.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Time for a Banishing Spell
You remember Hong Kong Phooey, don’t you? He could do it all, or so he thought. He never seemed to notice how much the cat helped. Anyway, I work for the real-life version of Hong Kong Phooey (henceforth to be called Foo) Foo is Fierce Leader’s boss. I don’t have to deal with him very much, thankfully.
Foo is the worst one-upper I’m ever seen. No matter what you have done, no matter where you’ve been, no matter who you are, Foo can top it.
Kevin is a truck driver. Actually he has several skills and his full time job is maintenance, but he keeps his CDL current in the event that should he be fired or laid off he can go back to driving until he finds another job. Kev drives part-time for the company we both work for. Foo is the maint. supervisor, or at least I think that is what he is supposed to be. He tells us all what to do at any rate. I’ve heard rumors that he is an engineer. I suspect the company failed to check his references. Foo claims he used to drive a truck, back when trucks were “real men” who actually had to drive, and not like it is now with air conditioned trucks and all.
Foo has also been a cattle farmer. And a business man. And he had a terrible accident several years ago. The windshield wiper pierced his heart, his armed was cut off (but got sewed on the next day) and he was in a coma but he’s fine now….
Sniff. Sniff. Smell that bullshit?
I don’t tell people I’m a witch, but it seems everyone at work knows anyway. Thursday Foo came upstairs to inform I had to start writing bi-weekly reports. Foo was in a bullshit spreading mood so he told me that some people don’t like me b/c of my religion but he’s fine with it because he knew the man who started it all- Aleister Crowley.
I just looked at Foo. I KNEW he was making it up, but I couldn’t remember enough about Crowley to make a definitive statement. BTW- Crowley was dubbed the ‘wickedest man in the world’ and he was kicked out of three countries. I vaguely remember from my reading that he got in trouble in the ‘20’s when one of his followers died. As soon as I had a chance, I got on the Internet and discovered that Aleister Crowley died in NINETEEN FORTY-SEVEN.
I hope Foo makes up another ridiculous lie so I can call him on it. Unless Foo is about 120 years old there’s no way in hell he ever hung out with Crowley.
Later that day I went to lunch with Kevin and Kev is furious. He asked, “Did you tell Foo you moved?”
“Well, yeah. I got off early to finish moving and he asked where I moved.”
“Don’t. Tell. Him. ANYTHING. Else.”
“Why?”
“He keeps telling me you’re sleeping with your landlord.”
“What?!”
And that’s when I realized Foo is playing us. He’s buddy-buddy to me and an ass to Kev.
I really started wondering- sometimes people act like they’re mad at me and I haven’t done anything. Why? What were they told? Who would spread lies for no reason? Foo, that’s who.
Foo is the worst one-upper I’m ever seen. No matter what you have done, no matter where you’ve been, no matter who you are, Foo can top it.
Kevin is a truck driver. Actually he has several skills and his full time job is maintenance, but he keeps his CDL current in the event that should he be fired or laid off he can go back to driving until he finds another job. Kev drives part-time for the company we both work for. Foo is the maint. supervisor, or at least I think that is what he is supposed to be. He tells us all what to do at any rate. I’ve heard rumors that he is an engineer. I suspect the company failed to check his references. Foo claims he used to drive a truck, back when trucks were “real men” who actually had to drive, and not like it is now with air conditioned trucks and all.
Foo has also been a cattle farmer. And a business man. And he had a terrible accident several years ago. The windshield wiper pierced his heart, his armed was cut off (but got sewed on the next day) and he was in a coma but he’s fine now….
Sniff. Sniff. Smell that bullshit?
I don’t tell people I’m a witch, but it seems everyone at work knows anyway. Thursday Foo came upstairs to inform I had to start writing bi-weekly reports. Foo was in a bullshit spreading mood so he told me that some people don’t like me b/c of my religion but he’s fine with it because he knew the man who started it all- Aleister Crowley.
I just looked at Foo. I KNEW he was making it up, but I couldn’t remember enough about Crowley to make a definitive statement. BTW- Crowley was dubbed the ‘wickedest man in the world’ and he was kicked out of three countries. I vaguely remember from my reading that he got in trouble in the ‘20’s when one of his followers died. As soon as I had a chance, I got on the Internet and discovered that Aleister Crowley died in NINETEEN FORTY-SEVEN.
I hope Foo makes up another ridiculous lie so I can call him on it. Unless Foo is about 120 years old there’s no way in hell he ever hung out with Crowley.
Later that day I went to lunch with Kevin and Kev is furious. He asked, “Did you tell Foo you moved?”
“Well, yeah. I got off early to finish moving and he asked where I moved.”
“Don’t. Tell. Him. ANYTHING. Else.”
“Why?”
“He keeps telling me you’re sleeping with your landlord.”
“What?!”
And that’s when I realized Foo is playing us. He’s buddy-buddy to me and an ass to Kev.
I really started wondering- sometimes people act like they’re mad at me and I haven’t done anything. Why? What were they told? Who would spread lies for no reason? Foo, that’s who.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
This Week
I'm at the library again. I decided to just blog every Sunday b/c I like to go to the library anyway and one post per week should be enough.
I have now unpacked everything but the sewing room. Every time I walk in there and think about how stuff I have I get depressed and go right back out. But I want to make something, anything, so it won't be long before I have to unpack. I did make a dreamcatcher b/c I had a horrible nightmare about Kevin being cut in half. He was at the house at the time of the dream and I woke up screaming, which frightned him badly. He called my name and told me to lay down, but since I was still sorta dreaming I thought his dead body was calling me to lay down and die too. SHUDDER!
We had a hail storm Friday. I have never seen so much hail in all my life. It covered the ground like snow. It was golf ball sized and it dented the truck mightily. No broken windshields. I can live with dents, they add character.
After the hail fell, the coolness of the melting ice produced an eerie fog. The hail broke several pine branches so the sharp tang of sap still lingers in the air. My flowers are broken, but they should come back. The herbs died. They were just too tender to survive the pounding and as the hail melted it left them standing in two inches of water. I replanted. Then I put a storm protection spell on the house.
Hail aside, every thing else in Tallapoosa County is well and good. This week I get to go buy a car tag, change the address on my license, and obtain a map so I can find out just where in the heck all those winding roads go. I still have to switch the power and water to my name and arrange for garbage pick up. There's a dumpster 2 miles down the road but I can't use it because that's Lee County and if the authorities catch me it's a $500 fine. I'm good right now but when I change the tag it's all over.
Also I have to obtain a house phone. My cell phone simply does not pick up and every morning as I drive to work the phone goes into a tizzy as soon as I pass into the city limits. Two new voicemails! One new Text message! Three missed calls! Answer your phone and speak to those who love you!
Sadly, I think my only house phone option will be AT&T. The good news is they probably have no clue how many times I've cussed them out.
I have now unpacked everything but the sewing room. Every time I walk in there and think about how stuff I have I get depressed and go right back out. But I want to make something, anything, so it won't be long before I have to unpack. I did make a dreamcatcher b/c I had a horrible nightmare about Kevin being cut in half. He was at the house at the time of the dream and I woke up screaming, which frightned him badly. He called my name and told me to lay down, but since I was still sorta dreaming I thought his dead body was calling me to lay down and die too. SHUDDER!
We had a hail storm Friday. I have never seen so much hail in all my life. It covered the ground like snow. It was golf ball sized and it dented the truck mightily. No broken windshields. I can live with dents, they add character.
After the hail fell, the coolness of the melting ice produced an eerie fog. The hail broke several pine branches so the sharp tang of sap still lingers in the air. My flowers are broken, but they should come back. The herbs died. They were just too tender to survive the pounding and as the hail melted it left them standing in two inches of water. I replanted. Then I put a storm protection spell on the house.
Hail aside, every thing else in Tallapoosa County is well and good. This week I get to go buy a car tag, change the address on my license, and obtain a map so I can find out just where in the heck all those winding roads go. I still have to switch the power and water to my name and arrange for garbage pick up. There's a dumpster 2 miles down the road but I can't use it because that's Lee County and if the authorities catch me it's a $500 fine. I'm good right now but when I change the tag it's all over.
Also I have to obtain a house phone. My cell phone simply does not pick up and every morning as I drive to work the phone goes into a tizzy as soon as I pass into the city limits. Two new voicemails! One new Text message! Three missed calls! Answer your phone and speak to those who love you!
Sadly, I think my only house phone option will be AT&T. The good news is they probably have no clue how many times I've cussed them out.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Surprise Pond
Today I went for a walk in the woods. I decided to follow the fence and eventually I came to a huge wall of red mud. I wanted to go around it, but one of the donkeys was standing on the other side of the fence. The donkeys are for killing coyotes. Seriously. They kick the coyotes in the head with enough force to crush the skull. I had the dogs with me of course, and they were keen to catch the donkey. So to save their skulls I led them away and then we climbed almost straight up. It was rough going. I was concentrating so hard that I wasn't really paying attention to the progress I was making. Suddenly there was about three acres of muddy water. I had no idea there was a pond. The dogs dove right in; labs love to swim. I sat on the dam and watched the sunlight glinting off the water. If I looked at the far side the water almost seemed clean. Then Sophie jumped out, got as close to me as she could and shook water in every direction. And that was my adventure for today.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Nothing According to Plan
Everything that could go wrong with the move did. The plan was for me to pack every thing and Kev would move me on Friday while I was at work.
On Monday I ran out of boxes.
Tuesday I ran out of tape.
Wednesday I blogged, drank too much wine, and went to sleep.
Thursday I packed a lot but had to stop and cook supper when Kevin came over.
Friday Kevin started building the dog pen. First he had to go get materials, then he had to dig holes, and when I got home at 4 he was just putting up his tools. I told him I'd wait until Saturday to move, because heck, I wasn't done packing.
Saturday he was called in to work.
Sunday it rained.
Monday Autumn Moon's husband agreed to come over with his trailer and he could get it all in one swoop. He was 3 hours late getting there, so I finally got moved into the new house on Monday night at 11pm.
I still am not done UNpacking.
This is hands down the worst move I've ever done.
But I have moved to the loveliest part of the state. I have the equivalent to Flat Rock Park, GA behind the house. I have a lovely green pasture, 150 acres in which to walk the dogs, springs and creeks, and charming little building nestled in the woods. I have more space, better heat, and hey, I like the gas stove- it cooks faster.
The dogs mind better now. I walk them every day and I am losing weight.
I still don't have Internet, thus I am blogging from the library. Also town is rather far away so when I get home I am there for the night.
The silence of the place has settled around me like silk. In the old house noise was constant- the hum of traffic, the jabber of neighbors, the rattle of the furnace. But here only the trees rustle. It is so wonderfully still that I don't even want to listen to the radio. The waving grass is music enough. I haven't even plugged in the tv.
I don't know when I'll post again. I plan to take lots of pictures so I can show you my nice new home. I haven't done anymore quilting b/c I've been too busy shuffling boxes back and forth. But I have decided that I need a simpler life so I turned down the sewing job. Yes I need the money, but I think it would be more trouble than it's worth and anyway, what they want me to make won't solve any of their problems, so to take a pointless job just for money would be an insult to integrity. There's something about walking in the woods everyday that encourages me to be a better person, so I urge all of you to find some trees and be at peace.
On Monday I ran out of boxes.
Tuesday I ran out of tape.
Wednesday I blogged, drank too much wine, and went to sleep.
Thursday I packed a lot but had to stop and cook supper when Kevin came over.
Friday Kevin started building the dog pen. First he had to go get materials, then he had to dig holes, and when I got home at 4 he was just putting up his tools. I told him I'd wait until Saturday to move, because heck, I wasn't done packing.
Saturday he was called in to work.
Sunday it rained.
Monday Autumn Moon's husband agreed to come over with his trailer and he could get it all in one swoop. He was 3 hours late getting there, so I finally got moved into the new house on Monday night at 11pm.
I still am not done UNpacking.
This is hands down the worst move I've ever done.
But I have moved to the loveliest part of the state. I have the equivalent to Flat Rock Park, GA behind the house. I have a lovely green pasture, 150 acres in which to walk the dogs, springs and creeks, and charming little building nestled in the woods. I have more space, better heat, and hey, I like the gas stove- it cooks faster.
The dogs mind better now. I walk them every day and I am losing weight.
I still don't have Internet, thus I am blogging from the library. Also town is rather far away so when I get home I am there for the night.
The silence of the place has settled around me like silk. In the old house noise was constant- the hum of traffic, the jabber of neighbors, the rattle of the furnace. But here only the trees rustle. It is so wonderfully still that I don't even want to listen to the radio. The waving grass is music enough. I haven't even plugged in the tv.
I don't know when I'll post again. I plan to take lots of pictures so I can show you my nice new home. I haven't done anymore quilting b/c I've been too busy shuffling boxes back and forth. But I have decided that I need a simpler life so I turned down the sewing job. Yes I need the money, but I think it would be more trouble than it's worth and anyway, what they want me to make won't solve any of their problems, so to take a pointless job just for money would be an insult to integrity. There's something about walking in the woods everyday that encourages me to be a better person, so I urge all of you to find some trees and be at peace.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Whatever Day It Is
I’m not sure what day it is. Seems like I had something major to do day and well, hmmm, I’ve forgotten.
There is no food at my house. I skipped buying groceries b/c I didn’t want to pack them up again. Tonight I decided I couldn’t live without the bare necessities so I bought wine. All is right with the world now.
Except for my steam mop. I got the purple steam mop and it DOES clean as well as the TV promises. It doesn’t dry that fast, but it really cleans on very little water. I really loved mine and today one of my dogs chewed up the cord. Originally it had a 20 foot cord and now it has a stumpy little 8 foot cord. I was FURIOUS! Kevin says he can fix it but still, my dog chewed up $80! Aaaaarrrgggghhh! I wanted to steam clean the new house before it was filled with boxes.
Kev and I fought about it a little b/c he was supposed to build a dog pen Monday but he went turkey hunting instead. He killed a nice turkey but that doesn’t help my situation at all. Men!
Today is the last day with Internet. I am told there’s dial up at the new house, but it’s so slow I might as well not have an Internet connection. I’m going to check into wi-fi. I think I should just buy another computer anyway, this one freezes up at the most inconvenient times. I’m thinking laptop. In the meantime, I’ll blog from the library. Hopefully my next post will be on Sunday.
At some point I need to deliver the tornado quilts. I was undecided about being anonymous so I split the difference. I’ll secretly deliver quilts, but I’ll sign my initials to every one.
Also I have been asked to write a bid for a sewing job. When I’m going to do this I have no idea but I need to do it so I’ll have money. Moving is rather expensive.
Been having strange dreams. I think it is because my own house has become unfamiliar to me. I can’t find half my shit, I found things I didn’t know I had, and I feel like I’m living out of my truck. Every day I either take a load of stuff to the dump, Goodwill, or the new house. And it is a LOOOOOONG way from here to there. From there to work isn’t bad but the Cow College on the Plains seems to ramble on forever. Today I left work at 3:30, came home, walked the dogs, screamed about the steam mop, packed up things, went to my new house, did a cleansing, brought in boxes, and finally got back here to eat supper at 7:45. I still have to pack books.
Let’s see, what else? I still haven’t received a box from M. I’m not surprised. I sent AJ’s mother a sympathy card. Let me tell you now that all sympathy cards say the same thing so just get the prettiest card. I picked out one with an angel on it because AJ’s mother grew up in a Baptist orphanage and she adores angels. She has them in every room of the house.
Let me stop for a moment. Once AJ was talking about her cousins. I asked if this was her father’s family b/c I knew about the orphanage and she said, no, it was her mother’s aunt. I was just appalled. How can a family knowingly leave a blood-kin child in the orphanage? AJ apparently had never thought of it that way and she rushed to assure me that the aunt came to visit every weekend. That made it seem worse to me. Think about being all alone in the world except for your aunt and her children. They come to see you in the cold orphanage each weekend but they don’t love you enough to take you home. I couldn’t fathom it. There’s no way I’d leave a child in my family like that.
Anyway, I put this address on the card. It occurs to me that M may send the box here which is pointless because I am moving. I forwarded the mail, but what if the box doesn’t ever reach Tallapoosa County? I’ll be thinking M is still the jackass I remember, he’ll think he did good by FINALLY abiding by his dying mother’s wishes and the box will be in post office purgatory. I’m still tempted to drive to Dallas even though I know it’s not worth it. I am a little afraid M will show up at work. I’m just hoping that years of smoking pot has fried all the brain cells containing information about me. Maybe I should call Grandma, but what if I do and she has no clue what I’m talking about? What if AJ didn’t leave me anything? What if she did and Grandma doesn’t want me to have it? What if AJ is still alive and all this was some plot…no, M’s not that smart.
Just FYI- I’m on the second glass of wine.
In two weeks T visits from Louisiana. Hopefully my new house will be presentable by then.
I figured out why I wake up so early- I can hear my neighbor’s alarm clock. I heard it go off this morning and I tried slapping my clock into silence several times before I figured out it wasn’t ringing. That is a close neighbor!
Entirely unrelated- Kevin is thinking of shaving his beard b/c it’s starting to get hot. That had nothing to do with the move or the box or anything else, but I like it and I have trouble remembering what Kevin looks like without the beard. Does this mean I am less in love or so in love that I am accepting of his every physical condition?
Speaking of conditions, I found pictures of me from three years ago. I was soooooo thin! Like 90lbs. I left the pics on my desk to encourage me to work out, but so far I haven’t had time and I’m HUNGRY! I just like to eat.
Speaking of pictures, I want to post pictures of my new neighborhood. I have several charming, old building nearby.
I could go on and on, but I really need to pack.
There is no food at my house. I skipped buying groceries b/c I didn’t want to pack them up again. Tonight I decided I couldn’t live without the bare necessities so I bought wine. All is right with the world now.
Except for my steam mop. I got the purple steam mop and it DOES clean as well as the TV promises. It doesn’t dry that fast, but it really cleans on very little water. I really loved mine and today one of my dogs chewed up the cord. Originally it had a 20 foot cord and now it has a stumpy little 8 foot cord. I was FURIOUS! Kevin says he can fix it but still, my dog chewed up $80! Aaaaarrrgggghhh! I wanted to steam clean the new house before it was filled with boxes.
Kev and I fought about it a little b/c he was supposed to build a dog pen Monday but he went turkey hunting instead. He killed a nice turkey but that doesn’t help my situation at all. Men!
Today is the last day with Internet. I am told there’s dial up at the new house, but it’s so slow I might as well not have an Internet connection. I’m going to check into wi-fi. I think I should just buy another computer anyway, this one freezes up at the most inconvenient times. I’m thinking laptop. In the meantime, I’ll blog from the library. Hopefully my next post will be on Sunday.
At some point I need to deliver the tornado quilts. I was undecided about being anonymous so I split the difference. I’ll secretly deliver quilts, but I’ll sign my initials to every one.
Also I have been asked to write a bid for a sewing job. When I’m going to do this I have no idea but I need to do it so I’ll have money. Moving is rather expensive.
Been having strange dreams. I think it is because my own house has become unfamiliar to me. I can’t find half my shit, I found things I didn’t know I had, and I feel like I’m living out of my truck. Every day I either take a load of stuff to the dump, Goodwill, or the new house. And it is a LOOOOOONG way from here to there. From there to work isn’t bad but the Cow College on the Plains seems to ramble on forever. Today I left work at 3:30, came home, walked the dogs, screamed about the steam mop, packed up things, went to my new house, did a cleansing, brought in boxes, and finally got back here to eat supper at 7:45. I still have to pack books.
Let’s see, what else? I still haven’t received a box from M. I’m not surprised. I sent AJ’s mother a sympathy card. Let me tell you now that all sympathy cards say the same thing so just get the prettiest card. I picked out one with an angel on it because AJ’s mother grew up in a Baptist orphanage and she adores angels. She has them in every room of the house.
Let me stop for a moment. Once AJ was talking about her cousins. I asked if this was her father’s family b/c I knew about the orphanage and she said, no, it was her mother’s aunt. I was just appalled. How can a family knowingly leave a blood-kin child in the orphanage? AJ apparently had never thought of it that way and she rushed to assure me that the aunt came to visit every weekend. That made it seem worse to me. Think about being all alone in the world except for your aunt and her children. They come to see you in the cold orphanage each weekend but they don’t love you enough to take you home. I couldn’t fathom it. There’s no way I’d leave a child in my family like that.
Anyway, I put this address on the card. It occurs to me that M may send the box here which is pointless because I am moving. I forwarded the mail, but what if the box doesn’t ever reach Tallapoosa County? I’ll be thinking M is still the jackass I remember, he’ll think he did good by FINALLY abiding by his dying mother’s wishes and the box will be in post office purgatory. I’m still tempted to drive to Dallas even though I know it’s not worth it. I am a little afraid M will show up at work. I’m just hoping that years of smoking pot has fried all the brain cells containing information about me. Maybe I should call Grandma, but what if I do and she has no clue what I’m talking about? What if AJ didn’t leave me anything? What if she did and Grandma doesn’t want me to have it? What if AJ is still alive and all this was some plot…no, M’s not that smart.
Just FYI- I’m on the second glass of wine.
In two weeks T visits from Louisiana. Hopefully my new house will be presentable by then.
I figured out why I wake up so early- I can hear my neighbor’s alarm clock. I heard it go off this morning and I tried slapping my clock into silence several times before I figured out it wasn’t ringing. That is a close neighbor!
Entirely unrelated- Kevin is thinking of shaving his beard b/c it’s starting to get hot. That had nothing to do with the move or the box or anything else, but I like it and I have trouble remembering what Kevin looks like without the beard. Does this mean I am less in love or so in love that I am accepting of his every physical condition?
Speaking of conditions, I found pictures of me from three years ago. I was soooooo thin! Like 90lbs. I left the pics on my desk to encourage me to work out, but so far I haven’t had time and I’m HUNGRY! I just like to eat.
Speaking of pictures, I want to post pictures of my new neighborhood. I have several charming, old building nearby.
I could go on and on, but I really need to pack.
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