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This Sunday was spent helping my husband clean out the garage. =_= I am sore but not as sore as I thought I would be hauling totes of collectables up and down stairs.
The really cool thing was seeing all of my Granny's old jewelry and nick-knacks. I remember playing with them when I was a child. Some of them even still smell like her! Part of me never wanted to part with any of the stuff I was rooting through, including my old stuffed animals and toys. Remember Hess trucks? I have one. U-Haul truck? got that, too. Small army of stuffed bunnies? Do I EVER! :D But then the darker part of me thinks "I could make a small fortune on Ebay on all this vintage jewelry..."
A lot of it I will NOT be selling. This is my Granny's stuff. Off limits. My stuff however; and Ma's collectibles, those are fair game.
I am frightened, FRIGHTENED, by the sheer volume of Xena and Star Trek merchandise my Ma managed to amass over the years. I've got the green light to unload the Xena stuff but I'm holding off on the Star Trek stuff. Ma has the complete set of dolls still unopened in the boxes. I'm waiting till we have the choice of either sell those or lose the house.
In health news, I haven't lost anymore weight but Ma is not doing much better. Granted, she's moving around the house and driving ok, but she's still not able to do things like NOT lay in bed all day. She HATES it. I use that word with complete impunity here - hate with a capital ATE. I know how that feels when I'm laid up with a cold or a sprained ankle so I can't imagine how it must feel when there is no end in sight to your sickness and you go from doing whatever you want to virtually bed ridden in a matter of weeks. It sucks.
So far, there has been no change or new reports from the doctors. Ma is back on her chemo and walking around with an oxygen tank but she's more mobile than a couple weeks ago.
As for me? I need to get my shit together. I need to get driving and get as self-sufficient as possible so I can take care of Mom the way she took care of Granny. I know I must have told myself this a bajillion times but I still keep letting Ma do what she wants but she's not able anymore. She needs rest.
I haven't heard back from the editor on my story yet. I've already emailed her the changes twice and that's more than enough. I don't want to get annoying. ._.
I think that's everything... *ponders* Eh, if I forgot something, you'll just have to get another update from me. So there. ;)
The really cool thing was seeing all of my Granny's old jewelry and nick-knacks. I remember playing with them when I was a child. Some of them even still smell like her! Part of me never wanted to part with any of the stuff I was rooting through, including my old stuffed animals and toys. Remember Hess trucks? I have one. U-Haul truck? got that, too. Small army of stuffed bunnies? Do I EVER! :D But then the darker part of me thinks "I could make a small fortune on Ebay on all this vintage jewelry..."
A lot of it I will NOT be selling. This is my Granny's stuff. Off limits. My stuff however; and Ma's collectibles, those are fair game.
I am frightened, FRIGHTENED, by the sheer volume of Xena and Star Trek merchandise my Ma managed to amass over the years. I've got the green light to unload the Xena stuff but I'm holding off on the Star Trek stuff. Ma has the complete set of dolls still unopened in the boxes. I'm waiting till we have the choice of either sell those or lose the house.
In health news, I haven't lost anymore weight but Ma is not doing much better. Granted, she's moving around the house and driving ok, but she's still not able to do things like NOT lay in bed all day. She HATES it. I use that word with complete impunity here - hate with a capital ATE. I know how that feels when I'm laid up with a cold or a sprained ankle so I can't imagine how it must feel when there is no end in sight to your sickness and you go from doing whatever you want to virtually bed ridden in a matter of weeks. It sucks.
So far, there has been no change or new reports from the doctors. Ma is back on her chemo and walking around with an oxygen tank but she's more mobile than a couple weeks ago.
As for me? I need to get my shit together. I need to get driving and get as self-sufficient as possible so I can take care of Mom the way she took care of Granny. I know I must have told myself this a bajillion times but I still keep letting Ma do what she wants but she's not able anymore. She needs rest.
I haven't heard back from the editor on my story yet. I've already emailed her the changes twice and that's more than enough. I don't want to get annoying. ._.
I think that's everything... *ponders* Eh, if I forgot something, you'll just have to get another update from me. So there. ;)
