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OMG, world of pain. basically the only bits that don't hurt are my fingers and my head.

So after a week, much crying, many trips with the penis truck, much swearing, much hexing of the two flights of stairs to our place and the additional flight to sydmor's, one impending case of asthmatic bronchitis due to all the heavy exertion in the damp cold weather all week last week, one strained back moving a bookcase, one discovery that the Penis Truck had an expired inspection sticker, bruising in places I can't reach, much less explain, and much help from various and sundry (heroic thanks go to MomZ, anzovin, morlock, sydneycat, inle_rah (for last weekend), and of course MAD props to Bosslady for lending us the truck all week long) sundart and I are MOVED, and sydmor are well on their way towards being so as well. YAY.

We are not doing this again until we can afford to hire a pack of movers though. Which is fine - sundart loves our new shower and never wants to leave it. I personally feel a bit like a civil rights demonstrator in Alabama in 1961 when I turn it on, except with hot water and nice smelling soap.

I'm actually currently in NYC right now - just before the last load came back from Northampton I departed on a late bus to head down, make a list of the crap I want from here, attend the church service and the installation of Mom's headstone tomorrow, and then get the hell out of here. I sense a spell of hiding for a few weeks from everything and everybody in my room with my boy cat for company. This entire week has been sheer fucking hell, and of course sitting on a cold bus for four and a half hours feeling every muscle in my body stiffen up more was just loads of fun on top of that.

The house is kind of appalling right now - it's getting to the point where Dad's crap is encroaching on the entire house rather than just his room. I can hear Mom complaining about it right and left. And any place not covered with crap is covered in pictures. Mom kept a lot around, but the amount has sort of exploded since she died. Like Dad actually asked for a recent pic of me and Carole. But yeah - I walked in and was like... "!!! oh no no no no." Like I literally thought, that's it, I'm taking a week off at the end of August, coming down, and Clean Sweeping the hell out of here. Mom would be so fucking pissed off if she could see this. And I have this funny feeling the house is back to its old habit of not letting me sleep. Grand.

Anyway. My internet's gonna be spotty at best until sundart and I at least unpack enough to find phone cable suitable for doing such appallingly silly things like dialup until we figure out how exactly to leach broadband from sydmor's. :) But I'm sure I'll find some way of indulging the LJ addiction. yes.

timarok, you need to email or call me ASAP. Our new phone's hooked up and I'll be home monday eveningish. Number's in my birthdate post, or will be when I get around to changing it.

ER'BODY IN DA CHURCH GETTIN' JESUS!

So. Got up wicked early with the fam this morning so we could meet up with Anucha and go to church...

( when you put your toast in the toastah, who pop up? Jeeeeeeeeeesus... )

The entire family did make an appearance today with the addition of Mom's sister's family - MamaK, (who's probably reading this and is either amused or appalled - hi! :) ) cousins Judy and Anne, and uncle Jimmy came with us to church, to the cemetary later and then out to dinner. *sigh* I don't see Judy nearly enough and I forget what awesome sauce she is. I gotta drag her up here and have her meet the crew - she'd be the sort to fit in very very well. :)

Mom's headstone's pretty - pink marble with the name across the top and her name and dates in a heart on one side (I'll assume the other side's for Dad,) plus her name and dates, and then the name the kids gave her in quotes: "Mema."

*sigh* yeah, I miss her.

And then onwards to a spanish restaurant that served portions that could feed entire armies. I've got a salmon steak in white wine sauce in the fridge now cause I could barely get through the first one and half the rice. yummy, but yikes, were they trying to blow us up?

Anyway back at the house now... *sigh* next time I should remember to follow my gut and go home when the opportunity presents itself, even if it means asking morlock to come pick me up in Springfield which I hate doing... s'ok, I'll come back ass early tomorrow morning. Besides, today I've got a better idea of what I need to take from the house - I was too tired to make a good inventory, and pissed off that a panel had broken off the headboard I want to take up with me.( blah blah blah furniture schmoo )

Screw this, I might have to hire the movers now.

I've been blathering on at great length so I'm just going to write about one more thing - on the way home from NJ, the family took the Path train from Newark... the new World Trade Center station is situated so that the path train has to orbit Ground Zero once before stopping, which is kinda sobering as you watch it go by out the window...

anyway, I gotta call a couple of people and figure out what the heck happened to my original bed. And someone PLEASE remind me when I get back to MA to a) find my tiffany heart necklace b) find Mom's picture and send it to Dad and c) get this probate thingie Stanley gave me this afternoon notarized.