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I am not sure what is going on, but it looks like bloggers have decided to get busy. Jean, D.C., Stacey, K9, and tons of others are doing; writing, advising, and whistling in the dark. It is a beautiful thing. Like a geyser, or striking oil, or rain after a long hot dry one, it makes the world a little better. And I do not even agree with all, and have stated so in a number of places. I doubt if I will be banned, but who knows. Sometimes I have no choice and those dice get rolled... "Seven, babies!" knowing snake eyes are possible.
I did have people stop in to look over the place tonight. A young couple looked around. I could not read them at all so I simply have no idea if they will take over. Of course, in looking for an apartment for my neighbor, I notice that places go fast at all times of the month. I thought with school (college if you are fussy) being in session, there would be little call for apartments so that they would be easy to find. Nope, not only are apartments rare, they disappear in a few days. I am a little relieved about that, if too it would be better to have something in writing.
I still have not received my medicine. At this point, I am not going to call and ask for it. It has been 3 or 4 weeks since my appointment. I must assume they never sent it. And, being free from the effects, I am not going to go back on it. I gave them a chance and they seem to have been joking with me. I may have wrote this earlier, but I am going over it in my mind. I simply cannot understand why they would have done this. It is so unprofessional yet typical there, especially regarding primary care. The only thing I want to make sure I get is dental and vision, I have one. I may call the dental clinic to see if calling helps get that started. I have no idea what my primary did, what she tried to do, or any such. And I am not sure I would believe her, at this point, if she told me. Right or wrong, I simply will not be fiddled with and I seem to have no real recourse. They seem to take me as seriously as I now take them.
Tomorrow will be the last of the move for my neighbor. Then I need to begin my own preparations. I need to get stuff out of here and back to storage. Some of this stuff is bulky, so I will need to work in the storage area a bit to make room. I really just want to be taking fairly minimal clothing though with my winter clothes for getting outdoors if I want or need, grooming supplies, and cleaning goods. There is little else I need or want to take. And, as a house sitter I will probably just find one or two areas to use while keeping the rest of the place touched up and unused. Depending on weather, one of those places can be outside on a nice deck area. Minimal use, minimal requirements, and ease of life. That is my goal there.
I may need to begin the process of buying a house going. I had that worked up when I last looked at housing, but I think I will have to do it again. Whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, everyone involved with housing is very happy to push people into any house, loan, or such as they can. They do not care if it is too much house, to big a bill, or has anything to do with sanity. SELL, SELL, SELL, IT'S ALL FOR SALE! So, I will really have to watch out for myself. You will find the complaints department somewhere you cannot go, open when you cannot be there, and there is no phone number. If you buy a lemon, you best be prepared to live on lemon juice. A brutal world just turned murderous. I think D.C. and some others have it right, finding a buyer's agent for the process, up front, will save me a a lot of hassle. Though too, trusting not even him and getting inspectors who are liable for missing things while doing their job (everything is expensive) will help. But just how far to take the distrust is anybodies guess. Perhaps I ought to just stay in bed. Ha!
Well, I best eat and get to bed. I am not sure what time we will finish moving my neighbor but I will set my alarm for 9:30 or so. Wowsa... lots done that I was not sure would be done, a few successes, the hollow feeling is almost gone though I am still a bit numb, and I am getting excited for no particular or good reason. Maybe it is all the decisions and paths and some finality that is allowing me, finally, to move on and begin living. I think (I know) I was holding my breath about the medicines. I just cannot and will not do that any more since they seem to be insincere. Now, to get back to life!
seems like every fall bloggin gets into full swing. i sure am not interested in having a forum where everyone agrees or never posting about topics where people get very adamant about their points of view. i love that.
ReplyDeletei also think i addition to moving the season change always feels like a fresh start. i think you are a stellar friend to help your neighbor esp. when i know you have to draw on your reserves. im feeling a bit angry about his situation with your meds and wonder why it is that the ones who gave all end up at the end of the line. annoying!
im off to chickory to work on my garden. the flooding washed my fall crop away. so now i am just going to grow a cover crop and prepare the earth for spring.
have a great day friend, and i never ban anybody for anything at sparringk9. and certainly not you even if you think i have completely flaked out! grrrrrrhahahahahaha
You know, I read just the other day your sentiments regarding fall and could not, then, for the life of me, understand what you were saying regarding fall. Today, my ear is bent a bit differently and I can see your point. It is still novel, the notion of fall and life, but I can see the struggle for life. Nothing wishes to die, not men, not animals, not even plants. Everything that can is gearing up for survival, everything that is dying is holding on as long as it can. I suppose all life is imbued with something special, and even 'dumb' plants know we are up against the odds. Life is so special... and rare... in truth. Regardless of scientists' belief (faith, as I put it), that there is life out there, the simple truth is that we have no evidence of any such thing. We are it, and all life on this planet could be stacked in a couple of cubic miles of space, it is even rare here where we know it exists.
ReplyDeleteOh, well, the VA seems to decide that some people are simply too picky to treat (reactions and difficulties with medicine are not THEIR problems). Perhaps when I quit believing in medicine, or how they were offering it, they understood their game was up. I do not believe they sought a cause, merely offering treatments which did not work. Part of my disparagement of psychology is that they place two groups in it. Those with mental issues (who are they again?) and those with physical issues they cannot figure out. Though it seems worse now, often because psychology exists, they do not even look for root physical problems in many (like my case). As for the medical system, if we aren't careful, everyone will be in my shoes. I pray every day that you do not all become VA-type medical recipients. I am disappointed in them, more so this time. They really blew it. I was on board and doing what I could. I just wonder (worry) that they intended to do so. How would I know? The reaper IS, indeed, cheaper.
Ah, debates. I love them and I think you do too. I bet Fishy wouldn't have minded, but I wasn't sure. So, I play on your pages because you were born of fire! Ha! And never concern yourself. If I really cross a line, let me know, but I try to avoid such. I love controversy and disagreement as much as I love friends. And there is not a friend I do not completely disagree with on some major issues. I even actually enjoy enemies (well, the ones not trying to actually kill me). They have kept me on my toes and sharpened me like no others as well. (I even liked some of them, secretly. Never told them though, that would ruin the game! *sly grin*) That is life. Without it, yeah, Wal-Mart (or Hallmark) friendships for all. Bland, simple, plenty, and some say soulless.
We all have too much. And yet, it is good not to be using ink and quill, oil lamps, be without books, drink dirty water, and squat in our back yards or in a bucket we dump in the streets. I, for my part, and though I continue to buy, have started buying stuff that is functional and useful to survive and expand my actual life. From climbing gear, to outdoor survival supplies, to self defense, to things that have actual worth with or without catastrophe. But I cannot see all people doing this. Simply put, they have no chance in a disaster because of who they are. They will perish. Reading the Old Testament has given me notions that these people have come and gone in societies for all of man's history. The crucible only excludes them, they are dross. I wish there were fewer of them, but that is not the case. How to put it, fashion, style, self uber ales. Another pearl on the line in the culture of death pearl necklace syndrome.
I ramble. But it was a good day for it. I wish you success in your toils today.
Good luck on the house hunt, out here they simply cost too much, so i'll wait around and keep saving.
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ReplyDeleteI am getting close. Actually, I could do it now, easily, but I have some obligations to keep first. I will begin looking more earnestly in December. My recent (*invisible) searches are yielding quite wonderful finds. I am most hopeful!
I will pray for you as well. There is nothing like having one's own castle, no matter the size. A place to call home and a place to put one's heart, and maybe one's love. Bah, she takes it over! *big grins* (Is that their trick or ours? Too funny.)