I drove by the house to drop off the notes to the immediate neighbors. It does have screens on the windows (that woke me up last night.) I didn't see a dryer vent, but there is a window right there. And the basement is so huge and open, I will be running a clothesline or two. Looking at a map, I think I can just take one road (after I get off the street or alley the house is on) in a straight shot to work. Crazy. Lots of people out walking their dogs. The back deck really needs to go.
I kinda still don't believe it.
I bought big black trash bags, dusting stuff including canned air and bubble wrap. I am going to dust and start packing up all my tchotckes. Thanks to my pack rat tendencies, I have a few appliance boxes I can use now. So even if it falls through, the stuff will be dusted.
I have a little notebook where I'm writing down every thought that occurs to me. To measure windows (no covering on then except the french doors,) all the change of address contacts I'd have to do, things I need to buy (shovel, ladder, appliances,) questions, etc. I can't keep it in my head and I don't trust myself to. With everything going on, my brain is not retaining much.
It may end up spreadsheeted.
The next year will probably either excise or exacerbate my phone fear/hate.
I look around this place and have no clue how I am going to do this. I have a crazy amount of stuff, as those of you who have seen the inside know. Last time I moved, it only took two tiny sentra loads. Then I remember, I can ask for help. Duh. Lisa-from-work has informed me she is painting the garage. Because otherwise I'd never get around to it.
It really freaks me out to pack up my tchotckes. Signals change and I'm not in love with transitions.
Loki needs his claws trimmed. He attacked the bedmice this morning and shredded my foot.
Oh my god.
OK, I'm going to rinse off my lunch plate, got get a box and open the package of bubblewrap.
Tomorrow, I need to clean. May tackle a closet, depending on how mentally exhausting the first attempt at packing is.