Thurs. June 17, 2021: Third Road Trip

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Thursday, June 17, 2021

Waxing Moon

Pluto Retrograde

Saturn Retrograde

Mercury Retrograde

Sunny and pleasant

My 96-year-old mother didn’t sleep at all Tuesday into Wednesday. She fretted, and finally got up and packed, followed around by the cats.

I was out like a dead thing, and staggered around when I woke up at 3:30 AM.

We were on the road by 4:30, and made excellent time until we hit the road construction in Lee, and were sent on a detour without signs. But we figured it out.

Got to the apartment at 8:30, unloaded, made some placement decisions, had tea and a snack, and were back on the road just after 10.

Meanwhile, the loan people were trying to argue with me because I called them out. And refusing to deal with the misogyny. They pretend to “do good” but they’re just as corrupt as any other financial industry. Not to mention (again) their misogyny.

I am gathering all kinds of evidence for a blistering article once we’re moved, about non-profits that are more interested in getting intake numbers for their annual reports/funding grants than actually helping those they claim to help.

The GoFundMe is going, and here is the link. If you can toss in a few bucks, or share it, it’s greatly appreciated.

Came back, had to do some paperwork at the bank that we’d sent at the start of the pandemic, and which they’d ignored.

Came home, ate a pallid Lean Cuisines (my mother said it was “old lady food” and she preferred my cooking). Then started packing the weird assortment of stuff we’re taking up today. And cleaned out the fridge. The freezer’s next on the list.

We have the most awesome, enormous fridge/freezer unit at the new place. I’ll be able to make batches of dumplings and freeze them on trays before bagging them in batches.

Today is our last RT pre-move. I’m pretty wiped out, and barely holding on, but I’m doing it. I try to use the drive time as moving meditation and stress relief (in spite of all the bad drivers).

We’ll head up with this load, head back, and pack, sort, purge, and haul stuff to storage like maniacs for the next few days.

My big worry is that the movers will screw us next week, with extra charges. Deal with that as it happens, right? Once they’re paid, I’ll know how much I have for the dumpster and if I can get a little help for the last storage runs. The loan people really, really screwed me.

I’m also waiting for the script coverage payment. Figures the one time I need it to be at the early end of the window. . .it isn’t. The last two cycles, I was paid the day after the pay period ended.

Fingers crossed, and hoping for the best.

But the new place already feels like home and embraces us, and I’m trying to do a release ritual here to make it easier for us to get the heck out of dodge. I did so much work early on to put down roots, I’m having trouble getting free.

We’ll deal with the psychological fallout later.

Wish us another good trip, please. I’m so tired I can barely function. But we’ll do this, rest tonight, and dig in tomorrow with storage and dump runs and packingpackingpackingpackingpacking. . . .