Today and tomorrow..moving what I (we) can. My 'helpers' have seemed to pretty much vanished. I need pickup truck or movers to finish with the big stuff. Got alot of the smaller/lighter things over today. But have heavy furniture, etc. left to do..plus some VERY heavy boxes. Hopefully s23 will get one of his friends to help tomorrow yet. After that, back to work I go, and won't have another day off till Easter .
Took my mom over (she helped move some of the stuff. (For 74, she's one h@ll of a worker) She only 'criticized' one thing, and she was 100 % right...cheap cupboard doors. But all in all, she didn't think it was too bad at all.
Don't know when the complete move will be made, but hopefully not before too long. It's hard on a person having part of your 'house' one place, and the rest at the 'other' place.
The boys were at the place they DJ at this last weekend. Saw their dad and Twinkie there, like usual. (I swear, all they seem to do is be at bars on weekends). S23 said at one point, Twinkie left and didn't come back, and H stayed there by himself at table talking to a buddy of his. Hmmmmm...seems the newness must be aging a little. I would have thought he would have left with her if she didn't want to stay. I wonder how he feels now that its the humdrum of everyday life..working with her, living with her..being with her day and night..with no break. And seemingly partying every weekend. I wonder if the stress of the upcoming settlement agreement session is bothering him at all. I know it's on my mind. I can't believe he wouldn't be concerned himself. Neither of us should be taking too much for granted. Anyway, I told both sons that from now on, they needn't fill me in on these things. It's really none of my business how their dad spends his time, and with whom. It's his life..I need to keep moving on with mine, and not thinking too much of what is going on with his. I pray for him everynight. There's nothing else/more that I can do. I figure someone praying for him is the best thing he's got going right now, and he doesn't even know it.
It's strange in this house now, with so much cleaned out. I know when I went over to the apartment today, I kind of looked around and thought 'this isn't a house'. I don't know what set that thought off, but I thought, how long will I be HERE. Like, is the rest of my life going to be lived in someone elses building? Will I ever have a home of my own again? It's hard, as many of you know. 22 years in the same home...and poof....your life changes in so many ways.
Women are angels. And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly...on a broomstick. We are flexible
