and do you hear me calling?

On the homestretch now. P is busy consolidating a bunch of stuff into my Samsonite, and after that...well, I take her to the airport and the next time I see her it'll probably be AD.

I was up until about midnight last night doing the driver shuffle with Karl after getting the bed out to his and Joella's place (some of P's stuff got dropped off there too, and I have to retrieve it Saturday) and getting most of P's other stuff unloaded at her mother's. That was tons of fun, but it could have been worse. Couldn't get the truck backed in from the alley - too damn icy - but it was all boxes and relatively light furniture, so he and I and P managed to get it all unloaded without too much frustration and annoyance. I need to go back and recover most of those boxes so I can deal with the stuff P wants to get rid of as opposed to the limited amount of stuff she wants moved.

Obviously, I had to take half a day's PTO to help her get stuff done this morning before the flight out, but this'll be the last time for quite a while that'll be necessary. I've also misplaced the keys to the rental truck and my TX, but those are probably in Karl's Kia. I hope.

Thanks to stuckintraffik for putting P up on his basement futon last night; it made everything a lot easier this morning.

and do you hear me calling?

On the homestretch now. P is busy consolidating a bunch of stuff into my Samsonite, and after that...well, I take her to the airport and the next time I see her it'll probably be AD.

I was up until about midnight last night doing the driver shuffle with Karl after getting the bed out to his and Joella's place (some of P's stuff got dropped off there too, and I have to retrieve it Saturday) and getting most of P's other stuff unloaded at her mother's. That was tons of fun, but it could have been worse. Couldn't get the truck backed in from the alley - too damn icy - but it was all boxes and relatively light furniture, so he and I and P managed to get it all unloaded without too much frustration and annoyance. I need to go back and recover most of those boxes so I can deal with the stuff P wants to get rid of as opposed to the limited amount of stuff she wants moved.

Obviously, I had to take half a day's PTO to help her get stuff done this morning before the flight out, but this'll be the last time for quite a while that'll be necessary. I've also misplaced the keys to the rental truck and my TX, but those are probably in Karl's Kia. I hope.

Thanks to stuckintraffik for putting P up on his basement futon last night; it made everything a lot easier this morning.

the half-pints of love and the fifths of stress

I guess this is how people feel when they send their kids off to college.

After P got her suitcase loaded, we heaved it into the Sportage, then went off to refuel the truck and search for the missing keys. Around noon she called Karl and learned that the Palm had shown up but not the truck keys, so we headed out there to pick it up along with the stuff I'd originally planned to retrieve on Saturday. We departed after talking about selling off Melody's book collection and regaling Karl and Joella with the closing lines from "Lobo Town"*.

Lunch ensued, and then I dropped P off at the airport and went to look for the keys on 21st Avenue. No luck there either, as I informed jamestrainor not two minutes before his mother called to get an update. I feel bad about losing the keys. It's not like I care about my ex, but I don't go out of my way to cause her problems, either. This is just unnecessary fatigue-induced tsuris, and nothing I can do about it now.
All this business took up about half the afternoon, so I called in and left a message for my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off.

I'm home, I'm sore, and I'm tired. Think I'll take a couple of Tylenol and a nap before tackling the laundry tonight, or maybe just sleep straight through until tomorrow and get an early jump on things. We'll see how things work out.

*"Sell the horses. Sell the cows. Sell 'em all. Sell 'em now."

the half-pints of love and the fifths of stress

I guess this is how people feel when they send their kids off to college.

After P got her suitcase loaded, we heaved it into the Sportage, then went off to refuel the truck and search for the missing keys. Around noon she called Karl and learned that the Palm had shown up but not the truck keys, so we headed out there to pick it up along with the stuff I'd originally planned to retrieve on Saturday. We departed after talking about selling off Melody's book collection and regaling Karl and Joella with the closing lines from "Lobo Town"*.

Lunch ensued, and then I dropped P off at the airport and went to look for the keys on 21st Avenue. No luck there either, as I informed jamestrainor not two minutes before his mother called to get an update. I feel bad about losing the keys. It's not like I care about my ex, but I don't go out of my way to cause her problems, either. This is just unnecessary fatigue-induced tsuris, and nothing I can do about it now.
All this business took up about half the afternoon, so I called in and left a message for my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off.

I'm home, I'm sore, and I'm tired. Think I'll take a couple of Tylenol and a nap before tackling the laundry tonight, or maybe just sleep straight through until tomorrow and get an early jump on things. We'll see how things work out.

*"Sell the horses. Sell the cows. Sell 'em all. Sell 'em now."