It is done.

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My super sekret agent did not get my message. She showed up anyway as she had a favor to ask of me. Talk about tricksie! (though I am not sure which one of us is that, both?) She needed some things I just happened to be trying to figure out how to expunge myself of. She wanted some large bins for soil, as she helps in an organic garden (more a small farm). How perfect. When I asked if she would help, she indeed did ask why and whatfor. I caved like a right proper mine in a horror story, and told her everything. I do not think she quite understood, or believed (she often does not), but when she saw my jaw set as it can, the bristles on the back of my neck stand up, and the fire in my eyes, I think she decided to help. No, it was not at her, it was at the thorn in my side and just from speaking about her. Funny thing, when she called, it was a different handler. And, he passed her right on to a supervisor without asking for all kinds of data. When I started talking to the supervisor, he asked for my data (though I know since it was my phone I was using, he had it up in front of him). I made it clear that I would not tolerate 9 calls being placed before the 1st of the month. I told him I would take the car back if this happened. He kept saying it was all ok, but that is what the dealership came back to me with and that was not enough. I dug and pressed until he indicated that I would not receive a phone call until the 1st of the month (after that, even I consider razzing calls as fair game). As well, they had to wait as long for payment as I had to endure harassing phone calls, this is tended. Though I still have a great deal of stress from this. I am physically as hot as an oven, an hour after the situation. So be it, it looks like, if they keep their bargain, I will be keeping my vehicle. It is good to have friends who understand, a bit.

Oh, she was quite pleased with what I have been doing. I showed her the results, and apparently, she can see the work. It still looks pretty raw to me. I told her how I had thought I might be able to kick that room out in a day or two, and though there were few signs from her, the slight curling at the edge of her lips helped me realize my hopes had been far beyond my (or anyone’s) capacity. That she just did not spurt out a few peals of laughter was due to her self-constraint and an attempt not to hurt my feelings too bad. Women… :P I gave her some money for lunch, breakfast, or brunch (if it is not Sunday) for her help (I had a disconnect problem, she stayed to make sure I would take care of this debt, knowing me as she does). She will be arriving tomorrow to do some laundry. I suggested she pick up whatever she wants for breakfast, and if need be, I will gladly cook it. And, I will pay for it. Hey, she is not charging me for her help, so food is the least I can do. And though I do not care for her style of food, nor even believe in “organic” in any way, as long as she does not arrive with tofu, I will allow her leeway. I will even admit when her taste in freshness is good, if the price is sky high.

I have done a couple loads of laundry, straightened the kitchen a bit more, and am finishing dishes (they are soaking in good hot water as we speak), and I have loaded a couple more boxes of clothes. I have pared down what I will be keeping for use, the rest is being boxed, one box at a time. My extra blankets have been folded and will be boxed with other blankets I am sure I will not be needing any time soon. I am trying to box clothes thematically. Winter woolens, snow pants, and such in this box; more general winter wear in this box, standard year around clothes in this box, and so on. A bit at a time, the room, closet, and drawers are being emptied into boxes which are being collected onto an ever growing mountain of storage vessels. As well, I am keeping up on daily tasks, and making headway on cleaning the cracks and crevices which might have been overlooked from time to time.

Dang, even if I have four flat tires, I seem to be able to go some distance. I have to move carefully. Overexertion will not do me any favors. But just waiting for the tow truck seemed to be as problematic. Now that I am mostly over pouting, or at least I am too busy to handle it, I am getting things done. I even find ways around the seemingly impossible (I would have taken the Xterra back rather than have talked to that woman again). Not bad for a cripple. I am feeling a bit burned out today though. I am not sure if it was the call, the days I have spent up and running, or the conglomerate, but I am done in. I will stay up, but I think I am going to go a bit slower today. I am not used to functioning, this has been a long pull, and I have a lot more to go. A few boxes, the dishes, a meal or two, and some straightening. I might do some sweeping and mopping too. But all at a leisurely pace, doing what I can without straining. Two more days, I think, and I will be able to get the bed, nightstand, dresser, and such out and clean the floor.

Have a great day! Once I come down off the fury cloud, I think I will too.