of broken windows and bones...

so yeah, i totally overshot the mark. i was trying to leave a week ago today, but here i am diligently typing away about not meeting my own goals. such is life, and such it has been... it's been an interesting month to say the least. first off, i underestimated the amount of shit i accumulated this past year in a way i wouldn't describe as slight. how deceiving it can be when you live all alone and have a four bedroom house to spread your belongings out in. let's just say it got the better of me in a hurry.



ooooohhhhh pretty

then there's the matter of the window... i was so mad, at myself of course, that i had to take myself for a little walk in order to avoid the dangers of spontaneous combustion. a day of giving the saab a little pre-trip love turned into a day that's going to cost me in the neighborhood of five hundred smackers.... yay! it's too long and too stupid of a story to tell. the cliff notes: i'm a cave man and often find myself shaking/squeezing/man-handling things in order to 'make them work'. it backfired as it often does.



riding in on the coat tails of the window incident was a phone call from Nahum saying he was in the ER and had just broken both, i will repeat that BOTH, of his ankles. needless to say he's having a worse week than you or i. sorry, i thought he'd get mad if i started snapping pics of him in a wheelchair. i've been playing nurse-maid a little, delivering him plenty of food, movies, books, and carrying him to and fro on occasion. getting up to take a piss can be a real toughy when you aren't allowed to put any weight on either foot. friday was his birthday to boot (pun intended). so among other things he got a shiny red cast on one foot and a massive plastic booty thing with more velcro than your favorite pair of Roos on the other.



other than that.... well... status update: i've got all the painting done that's going to get done. boiled all my belongings down to a car load of necessities (not fun). boxed, packed, moved, labeled all the rest. the saab is patiently waiting, i'm at my wit's end, it's been gorgeous out (which i haven't really gotten to enjoy), and i'm ready to get on with the fun part of moving.... which is to say.... the actual moving.


awwww..... my jeep, i'm going to miss her.


t minus 18 hrs and counting....