in which i linger or malinger depending how it goes
I need to stop in to the leasing office and pick up a garage key. Well, a remote. I got a key. But they are open 8:30 to 5:30 which is oh so convenient for working schlubs. Oh and guy who does the programming of garage remotes isn't there on weekends because reasons.They are open late on Wednesdays but I plan to go see Dr. Strange again with a friend now it's hit the cheap seats. We have cheap seat theaters! Who knew?
So thinking I could steal a few quiet moments before the office opens and go in late to work afterwards and hope no one notices, I sit here listening to heavy machinery moving mulch piles around and vacuuming...something or another. Sigh.
In Me News:
I have a lawyer and now we start start the long expensive adversarial process of disentangling our lives and dissolving all legal ties, leaving the emotional ties to bleed out slowly over time. I am so tired of fighting my husband. I give up. I find it ironic and infuriating that for all his adamant insistence on this resolution, I have to be the one to organize and pay for it. It is indeed, the story of my life.
I 'signed the Book' this Sunday at my local UUA church. No one is more surprised at this than me. But I think I've found another layer of family, some goals to work for, and some support in this transition.
Next week is Spring Break, and Final Break for me as I gather up the pathetic remnants of my prior life and pack it into a rented truck and move it here where I live for now. This is why I have rented the garage; storage until I've sorted through the junk stuff and allocate it to come inside the apartment/be donated/be pitched. I have been doing a little volunteering with the homeless, just to remind myself that no matter how 'homeless' I feel, I am really, really not.
As I type I am admiring a lovely henna tattoo on my hand which I got at Open Mosque Day this Saturday. Interesting, fun, and the best baklava I've had since Cleveland. I have the card from the contributing bakery/butcher and am looking forward to visiting as soon as I get back.
I am finally getting the dental work done I've needed for a year. And rewarding myself with Dr. Strange afterwards :)
My last visit with the free-from-work-benefits counselor is tomorrow. No, I haven't lined up a paid replacement yet. It's on the list.
And now, I'm off to the leasing office. Who wants to bet that key guy doesn't come in until later?
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So thinking I could steal a few quiet moments before the office opens and go in late to work afterwards and hope no one notices, I sit here listening to heavy machinery moving mulch piles around and vacuuming...something or another. Sigh.
In Me News:
I have a lawyer and now we start start the long expensive adversarial process of disentangling our lives and dissolving all legal ties, leaving the emotional ties to bleed out slowly over time. I am so tired of fighting my husband. I give up. I find it ironic and infuriating that for all his adamant insistence on this resolution, I have to be the one to organize and pay for it. It is indeed, the story of my life.
I 'signed the Book' this Sunday at my local UUA church. No one is more surprised at this than me. But I think I've found another layer of family, some goals to work for, and some support in this transition.
Next week is Spring Break, and Final Break for me as I gather up the pathetic remnants of my prior life and pack it into a rented truck and move it here where I live for now. This is why I have rented the garage; storage until I've sorted through the junk stuff and allocate it to come inside the apartment/be donated/be pitched. I have been doing a little volunteering with the homeless, just to remind myself that no matter how 'homeless' I feel, I am really, really not.
As I type I am admiring a lovely henna tattoo on my hand which I got at Open Mosque Day this Saturday. Interesting, fun, and the best baklava I've had since Cleveland. I have the card from the contributing bakery/butcher and am looking forward to visiting as soon as I get back.
I am finally getting the dental work done I've needed for a year. And rewarding myself with Dr. Strange afterwards :)
My last visit with the free-from-work-benefits counselor is tomorrow. No, I haven't lined up a paid replacement yet. It's on the list.
And now, I'm off to the leasing office. Who wants to bet that key guy doesn't come in until later?
This entry was originally posted at http://vjs2259.dreamwidth.org/408678.html. Please comment there using OpenID.