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The circus rescheduled
Apr. 15th, 2021 05:01 pm So. Today was supposed to be Closing. The pods would be loaded and locked and gone, and Dad would sign all sorts of papers and we'd drive north.
That didn't happen.
Two days ago a few things stacked up: the seller's bank hadn't gotten everything necessary for the title company, Dad screwed up the Pod pickup and he wasn't far enough along packing to be able to get them filled properly by the next day anyway. And to top a shit sandwich, I got the notice that next week my condo is repairing the asphalt in the driveway, and there'd be no way to move back into my condo once we got back to Seattle.
Closing on the house is now scheduled for next week instead. I've been cracking the whip on Dad, and we're in the last phase of packing-tetris to make sure everything fits. (and a few things will go to Dad's new girlfriend's place until he can come back to ABQ.)
And me? I'm stressed and low on sleep. I rejiggered my vacation, and will probably take two weeks off all told, but I've still been working to try and sort things out enough to put all my work on hold for those two weeks. Today I hit a wall: there have been roofers making repairs (they got delayed a day because of high winds) and today was the absolute end. Stomping and hammering directly above, and by mid-afternoon I was almost crying. They finally left and I was able to lie down for an hour and catch a nap, but the hour before that was a painful ordeal of not being able to concentrate on anything, but not able to nod off.
That didn't happen.
Two days ago a few things stacked up: the seller's bank hadn't gotten everything necessary for the title company, Dad screwed up the Pod pickup and he wasn't far enough along packing to be able to get them filled properly by the next day anyway. And to top a shit sandwich, I got the notice that next week my condo is repairing the asphalt in the driveway, and there'd be no way to move back into my condo once we got back to Seattle.
Closing on the house is now scheduled for next week instead. I've been cracking the whip on Dad, and we're in the last phase of packing-tetris to make sure everything fits. (and a few things will go to Dad's new girlfriend's place until he can come back to ABQ.)
And me? I'm stressed and low on sleep. I rejiggered my vacation, and will probably take two weeks off all told, but I've still been working to try and sort things out enough to put all my work on hold for those two weeks. Today I hit a wall: there have been roofers making repairs (they got delayed a day because of high winds) and today was the absolute end. Stomping and hammering directly above, and by mid-afternoon I was almost crying. They finally left and I was able to lie down for an hour and catch a nap, but the hour before that was a painful ordeal of not being able to concentrate on anything, but not able to nod off.
