Wednesday: Basic Instructions
I, too, envy my cat. Tomorrow, he gets dropped off at the vet for boarding and I begin my trek to Arizona. For the last time? That depends on how things pan out with a few cast mates there. I've started listening to Sam Spade to help redirect my inner Grey Black towards Chris and away from Adam (who was built more on Johnny Dollar).
I've packed our clothes, meds, emergency kits, and cleaning supplies. That last bit is in a bucket. I don't know what we're headed towards but at least we'll have cleaning supplies. While there, I know I'll need to buy bug bombs.
1/3 of my check is going towards Nox's stay at the vet where they will monitor him and keep him fed and hopefully get his levels under control. I drop him off Thursday and pick him up Monday (unless Sunday is an option)
1/3 of my paycheck will go towards the room for the 2 nights we're out there.
1/3 is to somehow cover everything else from gas to food to additional cleaning supplies to surviving 2 weeks to my next check. Can you believe I am out of ramen noodles? I can't. I'll have to make a "bare necessity" shopping list for milk, bread, and ramen. We should be fine.
Thankfully another person named Dee Romesburg wants to meet up Friday night and make plans together. It's my hope to get her to take Adam's mother to the library when we bug bomb and get her set up with everything she needs. Connections with senior services, delivery services, and a lawyer to update her will now that Adam is gone. She left him her house. Also she left him the WRONG house, she left him a house she's already sold long ago and never updated the will for the current house.
Facebook reminded me this is the same time a few years ago we lost Dan Baker, a roommate of Ed Hill's. Keeled over in the bathroom during a shower and we discovered Dan was a hoarder. We brought cleaning supplies, too. I found Nubby's litter box still in the room and still full of cat shit - Nubby had died a few months prior but Dan had given Nubby over to
lolotehe because he said he could not take care of him anymore. So that litterbox was well onto a year sitting there.
I was talking to
lolotehe that while I can remember my parents birthdays, I can never really remember their death days - I just know my mother died about this month. Something I had to tell the doc last Thursday when he asked me when my mother went into menopause. "She died from drinking and swimming when she was 39, doc. She never reached it."
September is a fuck of a month, isn't it? Yet, I still love it for the weather and the hope it promises.
When Pandora slammed the lid on Hope - she technically stopped the worst from escaping.