Friday, February 28, 2020

Getting Closer

Seems ages since I posted on my blog but it's only been a week.  My hip is killing me from the work I did today (and shouldn't have) so I'm sitting for the rest of the day and that's a good excuse to blog.
Golf is on but tomorrow I lose that channel so I'm appreciating the viewing today. A lot of the guys are hitting into the water and that's interesting.

Getting the last minute details done for the paperwork is so challenging on the nerves. I won't bore you with it but you can believe it's not a fun trip down the paper trail.  At any rate, the manager at Disco View seems to think my move in hoped for day is good -- March 7. She still doesn't know what my apartment# is (which I find odd) so I can't start on my address change notification list. And it's long!  She "thinks" it might end up being 226 which is ironic as the folks' apartment was 225.

I'm so discouraged that my low back and hips are both in a "bad place" right now.  I have a hard time remembering that I shouldn't be lifting anything and then I pay for it. I've always been a slow learner that way and I've complained bitterly to God about it these past years as outside chores have become harder and harder to do along with the humdrum household jobs.  I guess it's all well and good that I'll be a resident in an assisted living facility. Won't have any yard work and very little housework. Won't even have meal preparation all that much since breakfast and dinner are provided. I half hope the servings are small and the food is mediocre so that I might drop a few pounds. Knowing me, though, I'll use my little kitchen to bake pies and brownies. Ha!

I put a ton of my clothes in bins today, including coats and jackets and sweatshirts. I can't believe how much I still have when I gave away 6 or 7 huge black bags of clothes to that Methodist Church last summer.  You'd think I was a real fashion plate with this many items of clothing but nope.  Not me. Most of them are sweat shirts, sweat pants, t-shirts, jeans, and pajamas.  Yeah, I'm a well dressed bum.  I'm mighty worried that the bins I'm moving are all going to be stacked one on top of another in the corner of my bedroom but lordy, it's hard to downsize.  I thought I was doing pretty good but now I'm not so sure.

I'm determined to have my sewing table, machine, ironing board and material in the bedroom.  The table in the living room will be used for my laptop, meals that I prepare, jigsaw puzzles, rock painting, crossword puzzles, and crafts.  And probably a little sewing too.  It's going to be a tight squeeze and I've already accepted that I'm most likely going to be donating stuff to the PT Goodwill.  I wish they had little storage units there that you keep your extras in but then I suppose I would only have it filled up to the brim too.  Storage units seem to be really popular these days as I see more and more being built.  I'm just thankful Jenni is letting me store things at her house that I'm not quite ready to let go of yet but don't have the room for now.  Taking a drive to PA won't be that big a deal if I have to retrieve something like my fans or Xmas decos, etc.

All the time I've lived here, I've driven past this pizza place called Gordy's. Not once have I visited it.....until today.  They had small, medium, and large sizes and you could get a discount if you took it home to cook. Much cheaper than Papa Murphy's who don't even have small size here.

Well, I think I'm going to call Joyce Lee now. Need to get her recipe for a cake. She brought home made cupcakes to the casino yesterday (for Joanne's birthday which is March 4) and they were DELICIOUS!  I've never been that good at cake baking. Joyce used to be a professional baker.

Gees, the sun was shining brightly when I drove into town to buy that pizza. Now the rain is coming down making everything gray, gloomy, and damp.  My weekend plan is to fill at least two or three more bins with kitchen stuff and misc.  Slowly but surely, the house is getting empty.  I still remember my excitement of leaving Kirkland in 1973 to go live in Port Townsend.  I cried as I left the neighborhood I'd been in for five years as I had made such good friends and had wonderful memories but I was over the moon happy that Port Townsend was going to be where my kids were raised.

I hope I don't have to go too long without the Internet.  Cable tv is included with utilities at this place but you have to buy your own internet service.  I pray it's not too high.  I may have to sell my white dresser.  Just not sure if it will fit. Asking $35.
And that's it for now.

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