Exhausted

Even my fingertips hurt and I did less today than yesterday. I did get to the dump and got the toys to Stephanie. Might do another small dump run Saturday morning. I called the guy to come remove the washer and the AC. Tony and Jeff came and moved a TON of crap into Tony's garage and the rest should go over the next day or two. I went to the laundramat and did what I had on hand. I will have to go back again -- probably Saturday. I have stuff sorted pretty much into what has to go up into the room with me and what can go in the garage. Rita's tenant is still there and it doesn't look (to me) like she's leaving any time soon.  But at least I'll be out of here. Honestly if I can stay at Rita's for a month, or even a few weeks, it will save me some money and I can hopefully make my new start in a better position.

Tomorrow and Friday I will be working and then coming home and cleaning. It won't be sparkly but it will be the best I can get it doing it on my own.

So I was thinking -- for some reason these past seven years here on Seymour Ave. were very epic. Seriously. Just before I came here I quit smoking. In the short seven years, I became friends with an old friend, became enemies with that same friend, forgave and was forgiven and became closer friends with her and almost lost her in a major accident; I got close again to my cousin and then backed way away; made some friends and lost those same friends to their own nastiness; got divorced from the only man I ever loved, then lost him even further to cancer; lost a sister-in-law; had foot surgery, had my kids love each other again and then hate each other, had my daughter move to Florida, move back here and now back to Florida, had my son go work out in the Wild Wild West; lost the one person in my life who ever truely loved me 100% unconditionally (Lou); lost Aunt El and then Uncle Dotsie; weathered through two major hurricanes - Irene and Sandy; lost a best friend, Darlene the day Sandy started; lost a good friend, Bunny to Hep C; weathered two major winter storms, including the 'Storm of the Century'; watched Pino go from a lively 7 year old dog to an old man of almost 15; had my granddaughter live with me and then leave to live with her mom; had another grandchild; lost my brother-in-law and regained him. And there's more. But what a roller coaster these short seven years have been!