Junie's Online Thoughts
Friday, November 01, 2002
Little by little the house disappears into boxes. Its good that way. Did another box in the living room, one in the kitchen, three in the bedroom. Took more than half of the artwork, packed away all my polyester/dressy clothes I never wear, my shoes, tapes, purses and other miscellaneous junk. Tomorrow I am coming to work for a bit to work on my procedures manual, theres a party at a great feminist bookstore near our house and I have to work. Sunday Im writing and sorting papers, we are choosing a storage space and dropping off either the two plants or fishtank. Monday we are sending off the VISA application, getting international driver's licenses, and then I have to work at Noodle. It seems like there is something going on every single day. Im trying not to let life move too fast, otherwise I start to freak out.
Didnt do much for Halloween, and no trick or treaters. The cat knows that something is up. He gets all wigged out when I start to pack things, and when he sees boxes, he goes crazy. Then he vomits. Poor dear. Little does he know that a year long foster home is where he's going in just a few weeks. It makes me really sad when I think about it. I will miss that cat dearly...who will curl up in my arms in the morning? Who will have conversations with me when Jeremy is gone? Who will race from room to room and let me chase them?
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Well, they finally hired someone to replace me. Jeremy got a bigger grant amount than we previously planned for. We're narrowing down the storage facility search. I have only 11 days left of work at the Alzheimer's Association. A different insurance adjuster called and left me a message last night--maybe he will be more responsive than the first one. Thanks to friend Sue for coming to visit last weekend--it was great to see you. Um...I think thats about it.
Monday, October 28, 2002
AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know, I really have enough to worry about already. I didnt need to get into an accident on Friday with some loser guy. Now I have to wait for the insurance person to call me back (which she never does), then wait for the adjuster to come look at my car, then wait for the body shop to fix it before I run around and try to sell it...all within the next 3 weeks. Shoot me now, please.
