Thursday, June 14, 2007

The gods laugh when you make plans

We have all felt that from time to time, right? Well I tell you l feel like I am a permanent spin cycle over here. The other night I set up a G**gle calendar to begin to make sense of everything since we picked a moving date of July 17th (which in an ultimate irony is the date in 2001 that my then partner left Massachusetts in the rented moving truck). I have things like "linen closet", "pack my office", "get boxes", and "give notice to the Landlady of Perpetual Patience. Picked the date for the house cooling party. Finally tell my GLBT knitting email group what's up early this afternoon.

I leave to go to the post office and Rockridge Rags - that was a bust. They have specific hours for consignment sales and I showed up too late. Driving home on the freeway (what joke that name is) is boggy but the radio plays an old favorite which I blast. A good tune always makes me happier. Music is definitely one of the things I use to get through things.

Walking in the house I see TGF on the phone not looking happy. This is not a good thing. I quietly check email trying to distract my brain from trying to guess what is happening. She gets off the phone and just blurts out that it was the regional guy from Best Cellular Network Ever company. First of all apparently the store was supposed to open July 1st. No one told us that! All we knew was the end of July. Wee bit different no? Things have changed yet again. The new scheduled date for opening is October 1st, that's why he called. As she tell me the new date my head explodes and only a few clear thoughts can be found. Yeah, she can come to camp with me! Whew, my work with DNE won't get screwed with. OMG more rent we will owe forever. Oh, now she can grab those free Mac G3s and sell them for some cash.

Dramatically I walked into the bedroom, throw myself upon the bed and just lie there for a few moments. A loud series of growls or something emits from my body. Realizing this is not a mature way to handle things I walk out back to find TGF sucking on a sin stick. We begin to talk about various options. The breathing room is really welcome. TGF also had the same thought about going to camp, great minds and all that.

Right now it seems that we will keep moving through our crap, sorting, freecycling, selling, and tossing. Packing will commence fairly soon. Luckily I hadn't scheduled the evite mailing until this coming Sunday so I don't need to send out a change. The move has been pushed back until early September, probably soon after I return from camp. This again has shades of the past as in 2001 I went to camp, came back to Northampton, stayed at a friend's while I packed the end pieces of my house and hit the road on September 10th 2001. Looks like if we do the same sort of schedule we will load the truck on the 10th and leave on the 11th. Shoot me now.

5 comments:

wen said...

your two leave dates are the two dates i have conferences between now and october. how odd is that?

sorry about all the extra rent (ick). at least you didn't give notice yet!

how does the longer timeline feel? it seems a saner one that will let you finish things up without rushing too much...

good luck with it all!

Jbeeky said...

Camp sounds awesome! So weird, I have been surrounded with unrealized timelines lately, I hope it is not catchy! Pass the tissues.....

Kelly said...

I know it's frustrating to have the plans change, Dharma. Hang in there, remember to breathe and enjoy the extra time here in the Bay Area. :)

heather said...

i get the good and bad of an extended deadline. i guess the good news is that this gives you more time for all kinds of options, like staying if a job opens here, or earning more money for the move. hopefully you are enjoying at least some of the breathing room!

goblinbox said...

You can still stop in Iowa on your way through and I'll still feed you and y'all can still sleep on the couch. Or in a tent. Or on my floor. And the good news is that it'll be cooler then!