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Vamoosing

Suspended my Netflix account.
Still packing, desperately needing boxes. Downstairs, I pulled up everything in that storage room, which was the contents brought so far from storage when I actually thought I was going to be living here permanently, and her mother had finally moved, so I could do that. But only after we had ripped up the carpet down there and cleaned the unbelievable nastiness her mother lived in. goodbyepenbleach fumes, up and down stairs, aching body. I realized I would have to leave some things behind because it wouldn’t fit in my car or in storage, and I simply could not make another trip up those stairs carrying things. I was lucky I hadn’t ruptured another disc already. So I made some hard choices. All my art supplies, boxes of many things like old floppy discs, which I hoped my writing was not on without having been transferred last time I tackled that project. Took some pictures.
Called Qwest/DTV to put account on hold can’t believe they did that again, since I just took it off and switched it about a month ago. Called Extended Stay again. Still trying to work out a way to get a room for two days. Not enough on my credit card for that. Not enough cash left in the bank. Qwest needed my new service address, so had to call then on 3 way call to get the address.
Debra called–victims advocate. Told me where the court testimony will be heard from me. Victims Witness office. Court building in Brighton. She said it’s likely D will only get 1 year probation.  Still don’t know what all the charges are.
On Facebook, my friend WendyC sent me a message:
Jae,
Psycho Bitch is writing about you on Facebook! She doesn’t realize that she is “friends” with me and Brian!! lolol Do you want us to verbally attack her…or…wait to see what she writes about??
11 hours ago
D. ya, the dumb bitch lied and had me arrested for domestic violence. She distroyed my house and then told PD I did it. I NEVER expected this from her. I am so glad to be rid of her.

Infuriating. Especially, since in front of the cops (and for their benefit on Wednesday, she said “I just want to say, I’m sorry and I love you.”) How dare she blame me for what she did. Coward.

Surprisingly, when I called to beg for help from HHB card -a manager gave me a one time credit of $76. I intended to use that to pay for the u-Haul, as I had previously misread the data and where it said balance, I thought it meant available balance. So I didn’t have what I thought I had and now needed it because I had to go turn in U-Haul and HAD NO MONEY to pay for it. She said it would post on Thursday.
Then I realized after I hung up that wouldn’t help me pay for U-haul Now. Then I remembered I had those temp checks so I was going to pay that way. Then wen I went to turn in U-Haul she said the amount went through fine. Weird. So I didn’t have to write a check to them. Even though I wasted one by starting to write it.
Then I realized I needed that card balance to pay for my hotel, since they would not take cash or a check. And of course I didn’t have my debit card yet on new account. So I thought of pawning my Adamas. I hate to do that. It’s a $2000 guitar. And I love it. And sentimental value of my music days. But it IS a liquidatable asset. And I had to have some money. She even suggested putting the cash on one of those Walmart mastercards and using that, but they wouldn’t take that either because it wasn’t a “real” one. Pfft. Had to pawn Adamas.
I had to come up with a way for me to organize all the things I had to accomplish; problem solver extraordinaire. I had to alter it a little because of constraints my friend CW had in her schedule, but made it work.
  • I would take hotel stuff plus mattress and bedding and fireplace to storage. Make room in storage for other things.
  • Get the cats and crate and PC, take to CW’s downtown by 11am.
  • 1pm, court in Brighton.
  • After court, back to CW’s to pick up cats, PC, using keys CW gave me.
  • Take her keys to her at work downtown.
  • Get chg of address done at post office.
  • Go back to storage for hotel stuff and mattress, add to Cherryot, attach mattress rolled up on top.
  • Check in at hotel
 Now that sounds simple enough, except it involved more struggling, lifting, carrying, etc. CW has apartment on 3rd floor. But she was trying to get ready for work and I started without her a little. But she came down and helped me carry Crate O’ Cats the rest of the way. Carried up my computer and monitor, too. I tried to open the water dish with lid on it for them inside but it had of course all leaked out. Replaced it and headed for court in Brighton.

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Cherryot Gymnastics


Storage trip update from Saturday.
So, I’m standing on top of my Cherryot, 1 applying bungees to things I wish I didn’t own, and I’m being careful to step only on the reinforced areas of the roof, and avoid the sunroof entirely, when my foot slipped.

Now, I was wearing my Sketchers which are really comfortable to take my nightly walks in. But I discovered, rudely, that they don’t have um…much…traction. At least not on top of the Cherryot.

So in that surreal, slow-motion movie moment kind of way, I began to fall, feet first, sliding down the side…not so bad, really. I could have slipped and fallen backward and landed on my back. So As my feet are striking the ground, i am at the wrong angle, and I just lunge forward…not in a dive-roll, like I did that time in Colorado Springs 8 years ago, on my apartment stairs…that was truly inspired, and of Olympic quality—no, this fall was awkward. I landed on my feet first, then my knees and hands…skidding ever so slightly.

You want to know the first thing i thought after that? I mean, I was feeling pain already, and I had just recovered from a ruptured disc in my neck a few short months ago…but you know what my first thought was?

I hope no one saw that.

(My friend Tanya said that’s called “Pride goeth AFTER a fall.”)

I actually looked around quickly to see if anyone was about. I would have bled a few extra drops, just so I could take the time to make sure no one saw me do something so patently ungraceful.

The second thing i did was assess the damage. After realizing I could still stand up and was mobile, the next thing i noticed was that I had a nasty splinter in my fuck-you finger. I don’t know when that happened.

I went back to work on storage, but knew that i was done for the day. I had to wrap it all up and come back later to do anything i was planning to do then.

So when I finally got home, I groaned my way out of the Cherryot, knowing I was not going to unload that stuff this time. It could wait until tomorrow. My joints and muscles hurt more than the minor scrapes to my knees and palms. I was just going to stick a French Bread pizza in the oven, take a hot shower and ibuprofen, put peroxide and triple antibiotic on my wounds, wrap up my wrists for support, ice my back, and just lie down and read.

And that’s what I did.

Until now, of course, when i could no longer resist coming over here and writing something.

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1 the nickname i gave my red Blazer

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Stored Memory


Yesterday, i went to Colorado Springs to start dealing with the storage i have there. It’s been percolating there for 7 years. Odd, how so much of it i didn’t even recall having. Not that i remembered after i saw it–i mean, i saw it and still didn’t remember having it.
Weirdness.

The first surprise was when i opened the door. For those of you my age and older, you might think “Fibber McGee’s closet…” For the rest of you, I’m not sure what analogy you’d think of. But i needed a heavy duty shoehorn to start getting that stuff out.

The second surprise was how, all these years, i pictured it as a bigger room, and not packed so tight. Like i expected to be able to just walk in without moving anything. Funny, how our minds superimpose ideas that aren’t even accurate. That’s why eye witnesses are considered the most unreliable testimony.

Picking through it, i had to open boxes to see what was in them, and it was very much like xmas. I didn’t know what i was going to find, and sometimes it was a pleasant surprise. Things i had forgotten, things that engendered good memories, things that made me maudlin. Photographs, bedding, art, books, my handwritten journals. All of it gave me some kind of emotion.

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Stored Memories & Domestic Trivia

Yesterday, i went to Colorado Springs to start dealing with the storage i have there. It’s been percolating for 7 years. Odd, how so much of it i didn’t even recall having. Not that i remembered after i saw it–i mean, i saw it and still didn’t remember having it.
Weirdness.

The first surprise was when i opened the door. For those of you my age and older, you might think “Fibber McGee’s closet…” For the rest of you, I’m not sure what analogy you’d think of. But i needed a heavy duty shoehorn to start getting that stuff out.

The second surprise was how, all these years, i pictured it as a bigger room, and not packed so tight. Like i expected to be able to just walk in without moving anything. Funny, how our minds superimpose ideas that aren’t even accurate. (That’s why eye witnesses are considered the most unreliable testimony).

Picking through it, i had to open boxes to see what was in them, and it was very much like Xmas. I didn’t know what i was going to find, and sometimes it was a pleasant surprise. Things i had forgotten, things that engendered good memories, things that made me maudlin. Photographs, bedding, art, books, my handwritten journals. All of it gave me some kind of emotion.

I’ve got lots of work to do this month, selecting what to keep and what to sell on Craigslist, and what to toss or donate.

My apartment, alas, is still not put together completely. It’s hard for me to get all the things i need in the bedroom. Since i record music, write, sleep in this room, it’s all packed in tight. If it becomes too claustrophobic, i may have to give up that great dining room table and use that spot for my office. I had this idea that i would have dinner parties.. Who am i kidding? That kitchen is meant for people who don’t cook. No storage at all.

But I’m still happy I’m here.

I’ll adjust to those domestic challenges and finally have the life i’ve wanted for so long. Colorado is a great place to have your mid-life crisis.

It’s all good.

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