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Entry 1      9:45 a.m. Moving Day Part Deux Off to Ravenna to meet the movers.

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 compa...

 Entry 1           9:26 a.m. Jenny seems okay this morning. More resilient.

  Entry 1     9:56 a.m. New scan, new plan.  This is the day . Jenny seems so relatively healthy, thus I don't have any prognostication.  Keep her, us, in your thoughts today.

Entry 1     11:55 p.m.    Couples therapy was fun.  One would never have imagined that Jenny finds me a problem.  She said she is convinced that without me she wouldn't be alive.  She prattled on and on about how much she has learned and changed in the last year.  I argued that this wasn't a growth opportunity for me, and that while I have adjusted my expectations given her illness. The affair and her abject refusal to stop it, I certainly don't feel I've grown. That may largely be a true description of how I feel, but I was really speaking to how little she has changed, and debunking the idea that a terminal illness helps you see more clearly. Instead, from my perspective, it can also magnify your faults, and make them more pervasive, more likely to show up.

Entry 1     8:48 PM The World's No Place When You're On Your Own Some people say that I should forget you I’m never gonna be a fool I’m never gonna be a fool A better life they say if I never met you I’m never gonna be a fool I’m never gonna be a fool                                                     --from Beat the Retreat by Richard Thompson I am sitting here, dogs at my feet, fan blowing on me, music blaring, blissfully alone.  Jenny is off visiting a friend. Abby is driving around alone, bored on a Saturday night. Leiney is in the basement on her phone, after a long day of door knocking.  Given the dearth of interesting and original things to say, emanating from this keyboard, I am contemplating changing the name of this site to the Jejeune Journal.   Jenn...