Status: PACKING, PACKING, AND PLAYING PAX IMPERIA WHILE I DO IT. I did get in some writing on The Vampiress Hunter though. 18 new pages of titilating stuff for future readers to pore over.
Watching: Nothing. TV's screwing up again--so it's going to be D-U-M-P-E-D.
Listening to: Lots and lots of taped music while we pack.
Reading: Kushiel's Scion. Page 716.
TOPIC: CHAOS REIGNS
I can't stay on for very long these days. Even after we had lost the internet for a few days this past week, I spent some needed time writing.
Just to *write*.
I just don't know when I will get back to it.
Presently, I spent yesterday helping my wife pack her stuff up and mine. We got most everything broken down and boxed. But we only have ten days left before we have to leave here.
It'll take us five to get everything ready. Three to move things into a new storage unit--if my aunt comes through for us. I just found out that my grandmother--on my father's side--passed away this past January.
I only met her once--when she and my aunt came up to give me my father's things--pictures, photos, his service records from his tours in Vietnam so many years ago. (He died in 2004 of throat cancer.)
But my aunt won't say how my grandmother died. She said it was quick and sudden--that's all she knows.
I worked a little bit more on The Vampiress Hunter.
Added a few new chapters.
But on the 25th, I'm going to be posting one last entry here. It's going to be for my new mailing addy.
Anyone is welcome to snail-mail me. Just to drop me a note, say hi, or whatever. I'm way past the stress threshhold nowadays.
I just want to get the fuck out of here as fast as possible. We're both strained and exhausted from having to deal with an uncaring management and a complete tool to boot.
I just want out so we can start over again. It may be several years before we can do anything with our housing situation. Things up here aren't good at all.
I have my inlaws stressed out, my mother wants me to still sell everything I've owned and collected these past 34 years and move back to Vermont.
She won't even say why.
All she keeps giving me is the run around--but I don't need (or want) to be pawned off yet again and be dumped in an unhappy living situation because my family finally got what they wanted.
I'm not doing it!!!
I'm an adult now...I can't make my own fucking decisions!
On another front, April may finally be pregnant. I know I've had false alarms in the past, but this seems different somehow.
It'll be just really bad timing if it is. Good news for us--as we've been trying for 7 years--but the fact that we will be homeless in less than 2 weeks time...?
Isn't going to help matters much.
I'm still in appeals with Social Insecurity. They claimed that I am now cured because of my past job history and the fact that I can write a book.
I am sooo seriously considering suing these assholes for just being stupid...
But now I have to find a way to save up the $1000-$2000 needed for pro-bono work. Because--as I keep finding out--no one will take the case unless it's a money-related money matter or a backpay issue.
Hopefully, in 5 months time, I'll have the money saved up and a lawyer to represent me on my disability problems--not because I can do this and that.
Having Factor Five Leiden has complicated things a great deal more than I thought.
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