Once again, I apologise.
I've been helping my parents move house. The process has been slow and tedious. Work has needed to be done on both the new and the old house. So far, there is no end in sight.
I currently have half my stuff here and half my stuff there. It's enough so that I can live and work in both places, but not comfortably. I forever find myself thinking, "Oh shit, such-and-such is in the other place".
It's not the worst thing in the world, I suppose; I could have broken my leg, for instance. But it's been enough of a pain in the arse that I haven't had the patience to fight with Google, who continue to root me around when it comes to logging into this account. Their latest trick is to hit me with error messages after I type my username in. Fuckin' cunts.
Anyway, what's been going on with youse mob? Are you getting the jab? Any reservations, or are you chomping at the bit to get it?
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Dead keen to have the vaccine. Trying to jump the queue at my workplace right now, given my situation and the fact that I had to stop my immunosuppressants because of the leg surgery.
Moving house is such a hassle, even though we are planning to do it this year or next, every time I think about it, I sigh. I hope your parents' new place is suited to their future needs as well, so you don't have to go through this again, and that they took the opportunity to get rid of stuff that you will otherwise have to deal with when they get older/die.
Glad to hear you're alive and kicking though. This form of comms is so tenuous, I often wonder if something happened to you or Squib or Melba, would I even find out? (esp Melba, who only shows up once per year)
Yes, I very much have to find an alternative. But probably won't until this move is over.
At this point, the idea is that - eventually - I'll be moving into the new place, in order to take care of things. I don't love the idea, but I can't stand the thought of putting them in a home, either. Not these days, anyway.
I've been told that I'll inherit the house and all the shit therein, when they go. *sigh* I really shouldn't complain.
Perhaps once you move in, you'll have an opportunity to do some death cleaning with them?
It's a scandi concept where you deal with all the shit therein while the owner is still alive, so they can tell you about it, and ensure nothing valuable is thrown out, and so on.
https://theconversation.com/swedish-death-cleaning-how-to-declutter-your-home-and-life-90253
When my father died suddenly we didn't know what to do with most of his stuff and it went into a skip. Worse though, was the fear that there might have been cash hidden around the place and we missed it because we didn't know where it was. We did find $8000 or so in the pantry, and I had a feel around in the roof space above the manhole, but who knows where he might have thought was a good place for that?
And you are allowed to complain. It's a burden I think we all have to bear, at least until they fix the nursing homes... if they fix them.
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