Upstairs, Downtown

Blogging away while wondering if I’m the only person who regrets never learning to Riverdance…

Reports of my demise have been greatly slightly exaggerated. I am alive and well… or at least alive. Five-plus days of packing, moving, and unpacking have worn me out, physically and mentally. Thinking about all that I still have to do causes me anxiety. Anyway, that’s my reason for not blogging, and also for not perusing others’ blogs as usual, although I am still reading and commenting when I get a chance. I think that might be a small part of the reason that I seem to have lost my “funny” (and don’t know where to find it) as well. Hopefully, things will be back to normal soon. OK, enough complainin’. After all, my life is really just so hard.

Yesterday’s big excitement was the battery in my truck going dead. It’s those little unexpected surprises life throws at you that just make that hose you bought to hook up to the exhaust pipe but never did look evermore enticing. Fortunately, moving hardly costs anything at all! Who knew! So paying for a new battery was a delight. OK, enough sarcasm for one post, I suppose. I still get a little nervous putting in a battery and playing with jumper cables. Just seems like a good possibility of something catching fire or someone getting electrocuted. And by possibility, I mean probability. And by someone, I mean me.

Got all the big stuff moved in Sunday. Big thanks to Daniel (who I’m quite sure doesn’t read my blog) and Jonathan (who I’m quite sure doesn’t even read… just kidding… ish.) for their help, as well as my Dad and sister. Daniel was able to fit the couch, recliner, dining room table, mattress, box springs, washer, dryer, and two dressers on the back of his tiny 1983 Nissan truck and 6-ft. trailer. Not bad. It looked something similar to the Beverly Hillbillies vehicle. My sister has been a huge help, too. She also came by Saturday and helped me pack while we watched the Bama game.

I stayed here at the new place Sunday night. The cable and phone and DSL were all hooked up by that time. Very nice. Oh, and remember how I was so excited about living somewhere with stairs a few days ago? Yeah. Um. Not so much anymore. I do love it here though. Had pizza delivered last night! That is def among the top five things of living here. I’ll be eating healthy for sure! Oh, I almost forgot, when we got here Sunday, a girl walked out from next door and started talking to us. When I got closer to her, I realized it was my first cousin. Yes, blog fans, I’m living next to my cousin. Only in Alabama.

Live update: OK, I just had to take a break from blogging to go register my new number with the National Do Not Call Registry. I’ve gotten three telemarketing calls since I started writing this entry. Apparently, they pounce on a new phone number like a pack of starving, wild coyotes on a wounded bird. Oh by the way, the last four digits of my new number are 2888. If you can’t figure that out, it spells BUTT. That’s right ladies, call 555-BUTT for any and all of your needs. What the crap?

Alright, I need to get some unpacking done. I took half a day off work so that I could be here when the cable guy came by, even though the cable was never turned off in the first place. Long story. Oh, and Xinh’s post has me wanting to go to a fair, and have a candy apple, and some cotton candy, and funnel cake, and all that good stuff. It’s that time of year.

EDIT: Completely forgot to mention Pablo. I don’t imagine he likes riding, he gets jostled so. But he seems to be doing OK now, just looking around getting accustomed to his new surroundings. I had him downstairs at first, but then decided to bring him up here Sunday night before I went to bed. Besides, I think he likes to chat online.

“I sold what I could, and packed what I couldn’t. Stopped to fill up on my way out of town…”