Muy Ocupado

Moved yesterday. It was a smooth move, for what its worth, until, after thr truck was loaded, the kid in charge told me the truck was full and they weren't coming back.  Their requisition was for one truck.  We hadn't asked for one truck, just to be moved.  In fact, Jenny who ordered the movers, called to tell them we moved the boxes, and the coordinator said, oh, then we will bring just ine truck.  Ok, she said. We assumed they'd come back if it all didn't fit in the truck. This may shock you, but no one told us, hey, you get one truck, for one load.  That's it.  This is a very expensive mover--and aside from the fuck up, its my first use of movers (we have used them a lot) where nothing was broken, scratched, or lost.  

In a stroke of luck, a fb friend reached out to me last night to ask about the move. She too was livid, upon hearing what happened. I was clear that this was not Jenny's fault.  Unlike me, my fb friend knows ppl at the company, and called them last night.  So, the truck is coming back in Thursday to move the backyard and other things.  I will move any remaining stuff with a friend on Saturday, like the lawn mower and propane tanks that theh don't move. They also told Jenny that if she has anything she needs moved quickly, because they now know she is terminal, they would do it for free.  Not sure what that would be, but at least it's fixed. Sheesh.

Speaking of Jenny, she is in awful pain, and has prepared me to be ready to go to hospital tonight.  It's been awhile, so we are due. Poor thing is really suffering. 

Abby is ecstatic about her digs.  Leiney overwhelmed switching to a tiny room. I am going to fix the office up with the television and lots of comforts to help her cope with all the fear of Jenny dying, which she has in the forefront of her mouth a lot. Sigh.  We are all so worried.

Of course, the dogs are off-kilter with the move.  Willow woke at 5. So, then, did I.  Worked all day, and it was unusually busy, not just the catch up after my vacation, just a million things.  The kids were at work, Jenny at acupuncture, chiropractor, the old house and elsewhere ALL day.  I unpacked or took the dogs outside while on breaks.  Then, spent the next gillion hours after work unpacking.  

We did have one break.  Bea passed on this day one year ago and also the day Jenny had her formal diagnosis from Dr. P.  Very hard.  There is a coldstone an exit away, so we took 30 minutes, the four of us to eat ice cream and think of Omi.  Then back at it.  All night.  At just before 11, I took my first soaky bath.  Heaven.  I am exhausted. I am very worried about Jenny whose muscle mass is disaappearing.  She could barely lift a small outdoor folding table today.  Maybe it weighed 20 lbs.


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