moving day

Aug. 11th, 2001 02:57 pm
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Today was moving day. My mom, dad and younger sister came to Austin to help move my furniture and various odds and ends this morning. They arrived a little before noon and since I have the Rocket Dad, we got started right away.

I took apart my bed and my desk and bookcases on Friday evening, and dismantled another bookcase while they were loading the truck today. With my dad, the move is done as quickly as possible. He wouldn't even stop to breathe or get water unless my mom forcibly sat him down.

He does a lot of things like that. When he would take my brothers shopping for clothes, they would come home with all the wrong sizes, since he didn't make them try anything on. He went in, asked their sizes, grabbed stuff off the rack and paid for it and got home. He was only allowed to take my brothers shopping that one time.

But in the world of packing, his speed is also efficient, so he comes in handy. He has the ability to look at a room full of stuff and know just how it will all fit in the truck. And moving that monstrous couch in and out of the front doors would have been pretty rough if he hadn't been there.

But I wish he wouldn't try to do everything himself. It was really hot outside today and he had a heartattack a few years ago. Not only that, but on the way here my mom said he got very nauseous. I am worried about him, and every time I would ask him how he was he would tell me to quit worrying. But I can't. In fact, I am a little scared that something may happen on the way home. I tried to get him to drink, but it was like pulling teeth.

He knows he has this heart condition, but he refuses to recognize he may have to slow down. All he knows is there is something that needs to be done, and he has to be the one to do it. And in a way he is right. My brothers are not all that dependable. My youngest brother was supposed to help (which is why I didn't hire a moving crew) but at the last minute he decided to try out for Fear Factor. And the other brother had to stay with Konnor, though I guess Jasmine could have taken him. My brothers are willing to help out, and they work hard, but only on their schedule.

I know my fears are probably overblown, but ever since I lost my grandfather, I have been worried that everyone around me will die. Last October (2 months after he died), my parents went on a cruise. I was on edge the whole time. I was sure the ship would sink, or they would get in an accident on the way home. And now I am worried my dad will have a heartattack. Ugh. I told my mom to rein him in, but she says she is doing all she can. He needs to SLOW DOWN. And she needs to kick his ass into gear.

Okay, enough of that. I had a very long phone conversation out of the blue with T last night. Was a good call, but I am not collected enough to talk about it yet. I mentioned it to my parents, but as soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. They worry that I won't ever get back on my feet, so any mention of him is scary to them. I hope that passes. I care for him so much, and I want for them to see how wonderful he is, and how good our relationship was. It is still tender to them, I know, and he "hurt their baby," but their baby is doing better and enjoyed the phone call. I wish they got it. Maybe eventually.

I am exhausted from the move, and my head is still all jumbled. I will update a little later.

Hi Pat!
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Yeah. I should be asleep. But getting up so late yesterday messed me up for today, so I am not tired yet. But I am sure that by the time 8 or 9:30 rolls around I will be dying.

I've been watching alot of NewsRadio lately. T and I used to watch it all the time, it was my "contribution." We belong together like H and 2O. Good times, good times.

While I was reading yesterday, I zoned out for a little bit and had a very vivid daydream about T. We were hanging out in his apartment and then we went grocery shopping. It was eerily comforting. I felt like we had really been together. Spooky.

Oh man. They are interviewing the parents of the Houston woman who drowned her children. They have nothing to add to the story. This is sensationalism at its worst. Why must we be informed of every intricacy of this woman's past and the lurid details of her imprisonment? And why do journalists ask questions that they know the family won't answer? Like her mother is going to indict her son-in-law and blame their oppressive religious beliefs. Unbelieveable. Diane Sawyer is asking the grandmother about retrieving her grandson's butterfly collection when a butterfly landed on her shoulder. This is what passes for journalism? Ugh. Those poor people. What made them accept this interview?

Children die everyday. Some at the hands of their parents. A month or so ago, a father in Dallas shot and killed his two daughters- why aren't his parents on GMA?

I just balanced my checkbook, and I am woefully, pitifully broke. That emergency room bill is going to kill me, and there's no telling what the follow-up clinic is going to cost. Add to that the $250 I have to send to the new insurance company and I won't be able to even eat ramen! Hmm. My prescription runs out in a couple of weeks too, which means another $120. I wonder how many times a month you can donate plasma....

I should just get a job, but I start work study in August, and I would feel pretty badly about starting work somewhere just to walk out on them in a month and a half. Though if it comes down to eating or screwing over some minimum wage job, I'll take eating.

Hmm. Now they are interviewing a 13 year old lightning strike victim and his family. Riveting. I guess I should be thankful it is such a slow news day. Though I suspect there is actually plenty going on. Which reminds me, I must remember to buy the NYT when I get to school. I should probably write it on my hand.
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Goddamn spider solitaire.

I didn't get my haircut today. I was too tired. Too tired to go sit in a chair somewhere while someone plays with my hair. Now that's tired. I blame the freaks in chat.

I cleaned my apartment today. That is to say I washed a few dishes and vacuumed. I did start to clean my bedroom, but I lost interest halfway through. I moved my nightstand to the other side of the bed and stripped the linens off the bed. But now I don't feel like remaking the bed. Maybe I will sleep on the couch tonight.

I hate MADD. Like I said in chat, it seems they can't see past the end of their grief. They are lobbying against lowering an alcohol tax because they think it will encourage more drinking. Just like the higher tax discouraged it? Come on. Any intro to microeconomics student can tell you the sin tax doesn't have the desired effect. Maybe we need a 3-day waiting period on beer.

You know what sucks about breakups? You get all this cool stuff introduced to you by someone, and then when they are gone, you have all this stuff you like that reminds you of them. Which is nice, but at the same time makes it hard to move on. I don't want to abandon all the great things T "gave" me, and I don't want to give up the things I "gave" him. But. I guess I need some of my own stuff. But as we have clearly established, I don't want my own stuff. I want his stuff and my stuff to be our stuff again. Gah. Need to snap out of that.

I bought ant spray tonight. It seems like it is working, tho a few ants were able to get past the perimeter. I had to squish them. Sad, but this is my domain. Do I crawl around in their anthills? No, because it is rude to go where you have not been invited.

There's more, but I can't remember it. So here ya go.


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