Gettin' 'Er Done

 I've decided to finish these 2 blankets and drop them off
before I move so they'll be 2 less things to contend with. 

I have to sew the ends in on this one when there's sunlight.
Because of the dark colors. Easier to see in the sunlight.

It's a break from packing. 
I have too many books. 
I'd like to keep them ALL, 
but, I have to part with at least 30% of them.

I almost wrote 50%, but since it's hard to part with them, 
I think 30% is more realistic lol. 

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I finished that blanket just now.

I'll have to tell them and ask to drop them both off. 
Two less things...

I just saw someone say, in a group about car crashes
in O-town that the driver of the bus could be charged
for hitting the car even though the driver of the car
TRIED TO SPEED THROUGH A RED LIGHT.

Sucks to be prosecuted because of someone else's recklessness.

Makes me think of that truck driver...
I saw him begging for leniency...

Because it was actually a malfunction of the truck
that he was driving that kinda caused the crash. 
I think the crash resulted in 4 deaths.

This was years ago in the USA.

They threw the book at him
BECAUSE IT WAS HIS RESPONSIBILITY
TO MAKE SURE THAT THE TRUCK
WAS SAFE TO DRIVE.

I feel bad for the guy. 
Technically, it wasn't his fault, 
but was still his responsibility to ensure
that it was safe to drive.

I think it was the responsibility
OF THE COMPANY HE WAS DRIVING FOR.

Because ultimately, it was THEIR TRUCK. 

Again, it goes with assuming something
that wasn't the case.

The driver likely assumed that it was safe to drive.
So he didn't inspect it to see if it was, 
to ensure that it was.

Imagine driving a fkd up truck, 
not knowing it was fkd up....

And being in a crash because it was fkd up?

Anyway, they'll say that about the driver of the bus.
THAT IT WAS THEIR RESPONSIBILITY
TO STOP FOR THE CAR.

EVEN THOUGH IT COULD HAVE BEEN
TOO LATE TO STOP.

"What is is motion stays in motion"

Too late to stop reminds me of that dude...
It was his birthday and he was having friends over
for a party to celebrate his birthday...

They decided to have a spitting contest.
To see who could spit the furthest
from the balcony...

So he had this "bright idea" of running up
to the balcony from the hallway...

Well the momentum was such
that he couldn't stop on a dime or whatever...
Because he'd built up so much momentum
that his body was still in motion
when he got to the balcony 
and he ended up going over the rail...

And died, on his birthday
BECAUSE HE WANTED TO WIN
A STUPID SPITTING COMPETITION.

Anyway, I only heard about it
because I was watching something
about stupid ways people have died and that was one.

That happened around the corner from
where I used to live as a kid...

And pretty sure I was in that building
when I worked for that guy
who had that carpet cleaning company...

We cleaned the carpets in the hallways
with a machine...

That was definitely over 8 years ago...

It's hard to believe that I was in that program
at the Mission 6 years ago.

I'd posted a picture of that night, 
the sandwich table with all the cold cuts
and how artistically it was arranged.

And it showed up on my "memories" on FB.
It said 6 years ago.

Back then, I had to do a co-op at a warehouse
where they have a juice press machine.
They pressed the juice from actual fruits and veg.

And it was my job to put the labels on the bottles
and fill the bottles of juice.

And we chopped fruits and put them in containers
for the company selling the juice and fruit....

It's a well known company, but I won't say which one.

It's really hard for me to part with some stuff.
Probably because I see the practicality in some stuff. 

I kept the crutches I used when I had my knee injury....
Never know who might need them...

And knee braces I found.
I don't know what I did with that brace
that let me bend my knee so I could strengthen
my knee. To be able to walk again...

The other ones I found are "elastic" kind of ones.
The one I had was more "hardware" kind of one.

And I kept the cane that I used.
I crocheted a "thing" to slip over the cane, 
so that it would catch my eye 
so that I wouldn't forget to take it with me.

I think it was because I wasn't used to having to use it
before my "accident."

It was an accident. I slipped in some water...
There was a puddle of water on the floor, 
in front of the toilet I was trying to use...
I positioned my feet so that I wouldn't be
stepping in the water because I didn't want to get my feet wet.

Because I just had to "go" before we left.
Because I was on my way to take my son to school. 

Somehow I still managed to SLIP in the water, 
from a sitting position and "spun" around
while my kneecap snapped out of place.
I dislocated it. It friggin hurt.

And I was screaming. 
Probably because I was in shock.
My brother was there, he called an ambulance for me.

He was like: "Pull your pants up and stop screaming."
When the paramedics came to take me to the hospital, 
they wanted me to like move out of the bathroom, myself. 
WHICH WAS HARD TO DO BECAUSE MY KNEE WAS FKD.

So they gave me a shot of morphine and I dragged myself out, 
backward, toward my apartment door, 
and they lifted me up onto the "stretcher"
they had in the hallway...

At the hospital, I told them that I was scared
that it was oing to hurt to have them fix it.

But they fixed it so fast that I was surprised they'd fixed it.
That's what they get paid to do.
Fix dislocated kneecaps etc.

I was kinda in a rush to get out of there
and a nurse saw me try to "run" with the crutches lol. 
And he was like:
"Take it easy, you don't want to re-injure yourself."

I don't like being in the hospital, 
although I know it's relatively a "safe place."

They had me sharing a room with a lady
who had covid... I didn't catch it, 
but they moved me out of there
I guess when her tests came back saying she had it.

She was a nice lady...
Just that she felt like @ss. No wonder why.

Tomorrow, I have to stay home
because I'm waiting on a callback. 

If I don't hear back, I have some other important stuff.
Like switching my insurance, 
the annual review etc...

I'm pretty sure the review will go well.
Because nothing has changed. 
Not on my end.

But I only have a few weeks to do everything.
They kinda sprung the news on me.

And didn't give me much notice...
Which would have been nice...

To at least have more time
to pare down, to pack, switch everything over, etc.

So I'm kinda stressed about everything. 
As long as I get every room cleared out...

Which is already happening. 
Most of my clothes are packed up.

I put my clothes in that office chair box
that I found downstairs...

Just have to wash the clothes I still have yet to wash...
And pack up my dishes... 

I have the number to call about the home insurance.
To call them tomorrow...

I knew I was going to have to move, sooner or later...
JUST WISH THEY'D GIVEN ME
MORE OF A HEAD'S UP.

NOT "hey, you're getting a new place, 
it'll be available next month...

At least I still have the time that I have...
To get as much done as possible...
I already started packing 4 days ago...

I have quite a bit I wasn't using...
That I don't actually need.

And I know that I don't need.
Do I need 20 cookbooks?

I doubt it's actually 20, 
but it's more than 10.

There's a series of cookbooks
called "Company's Coming"
And I think I was trying to collect them all. 

As many as I could, I guess.
Because most of them are those...

I have a Culinary Arts Institute one.
It came from my Grandfather.
He didn't give it to me, 
I got it after he passed away...

I've had it for years and years.

If I remember right, I only made 2 recipes from it.
I was trying to "impress" an ex.

I made stuffed rainbow trout, 
and I made stuffed manicotti. 

The fish didn't turn out that great.
I didn't think to take those little slivers of bones
out of the fish...

I got the fish in Chinatown...
They have some good deals.

They also sell stuff like those big leachies.
They aren't called leachies they are called something
that starts with a d.

Probably spelled leachies wrong.

Those things that you have to peel...
They are like the texture of grapes, 
with a pit in them...

Anyway, that's where I got the fish. 
And he and I lived in Chinatown. 

That's where he and I met.

I really don't feel like continuously packing, 
but I'd rather have it all done ASAP.

At least I have somewhat of a "game plan."
And been doing it bit by bit for the last 4 days.

And if I can get stuff out of here, that'd be cool.
I mean, stuff I'm not bringing with me.

I'm not sure how I'll move it out, but it has to go.

My friend told me to bring very little with me.
And I'm trying to do that...
I just have so much stuff, it's nutso...

But it's not like I'm one of those hoarders
who doesn't throw garbage out and has filth etc.

Just collected too many things. That's all. 
For the most part, I've been clean.

Apart from the bouts of depression. 
And depression isn't an excuse not to clean btw.


I have to gather all my extension cords etc.
I have a place to store them. 

I have an old "bread box" 
which'll just be my cords...

Almost wrote chords.
Pretty sure cords and chords are totally different.

I bought that "bread box" 25 years ago.
When I had my first place, ever.

And I have a table with a tier.
That I bought at that time, too.
The "bread box" fit perfect on the tier.

I've got to try to "de-rust" it.
And I'll probably try and paint it.

It's pretty freaking old. 
It just stayed in my hall closet for years.
Since I've been here...

I got it at a thrift store.
There is at least one thrift store
that I know of that is within walking distance.

I like looking around in them...
There's always something cool. 

That's where I got my "pay phone"
It's from 1956. Still works.

I use it as a backup phone 
and for obvious reasons
it doesn't have call display.

I don't know when they came out with call display.

But I'm pretty sure that I was in college
when texting became a thing.

It used to cost 10 cents to send a text.

And that's around the time gmail started.
A guy in my class had 10 invites...

Back then, when you were invited to join, 
you got 10 invites...

So he gave me one of his.
AND THAT'S HOW LONG I'VE HAD
MY GMAIL ACCOUNT.

SINCE COLLEGE.

The "bread box" is rusty af.
Maybe I should just part with it.

The less I bring, the better, right?

Besides, I REALLY don't have to keep EVERYTHING...

When I opened it, to see what was in it, 
I found two calking guns.

Obviously, they were my ex's.
They've been in there probably since we moved here, 
20 years ago.

I'm just really tired of packing etc.

Part of me just wants to sleep until moving day.
Just go into a deep sleep for a week...

And wake up at the new place
with everything unpacked and arranged.

Most of everything is sorted at least.

Just a matter of packing it "properly."

Like my Tv. It's in the box, 
but it's not fitted in properly. 
And I have to pack the SEGA
in the SEGA box.

I've got a "duffle bag" for the Nintendo. 
Gotta be extra careful with it.

Just really freaking tired...
Like I haven't said that over a hundred times...
Maybe not a hundred, but...
Many times already.

Been clearing out the bathroom...
That's almost done.

The only things left in there
is something for my "step-niece"
I'm giving her my "curlers"
And a necklace.

I'll probably find some more stuff.
She can have a bag of wool
from my wool-valanch to fart around with.

It's insane how much I have.
I bet more in my personal stash than
in the group's 



























I still have lots of boxes.
I can clear off the dining table tonight into one box, 
I can clear out the bathroom into one box. 

Hopefully, I can pare down the books into 2 boxes...
I had my clothes in two boxes, but that big chair box
fit everything from the 2 boxes into it.

So now I have 2 extra boxes...

I'll also pack up the tv...
I kept the box it came in...
For that exact reason...

Kinda like I kept the SEGA box.

There are a couple things I'm pretty sure I threw out
that I wish I hadn't...

There are a few things I'll have to save for last because:
Packing comes first, above all else.

Well, one of the important things...
The other important things are related to paperwork...

I wish I had the box the Nintendo came in...
I'd love to get it set up and play Dr. Mario.

Hooked up to my stereo etc...

There'll be time for all of that after I get there.

Won't miss that screaming kid screaming all the time.
And I won't be next to the highway anymore.

One cool thing about living here was
that during "the balloon festival"
A lot of the balloons landed in a farmer's field
closeby and they "sailed" over this building.

My son and I used to like watching them.
He got excited when he was little.

Because there were all kinds of them...

Those hot-air balloons.

I went to the festival, once.
I got to go up in one...
Didn't go anywhere, it was tethered to the ground.

Still was neat to go up in one.

Was neat to watch them landing and "sailing"
overhead of us...

I'll miss being close to the beach and the lake...
And it was convenient to be next to the mall. 

I can't even think of where the closest Wal-mart would be...

Supposedly the family that owns Wal-mart are the Waltons.
That's why it's called Wal-mart.

I'm full of useless facts. 

Anyway, there's a grocery store around the corner
from my new place.... So I'll probably shop there, 
but I like the discount stores because...
I have to budget.

Some of the boxes are pretty heavy, 
and I've got some heavy furniture, too.

I'm thankful that I have my brother to help me.
Hopefully he can try to talk his friends into helping.

Maybe my step-father can ask my uncles to help, too.
It's not like I ever ask anyone for anything.

But I know that I can't move my stuff, myself. 
And it'll be nice just to have some stuff GONE.
More space...

I've got a few things for my brother's soon-to-be
step-daughter... I haven't met her, yet.
I met my brother's fiance briefly. 

I needed to use my brother's bathroom
when we dropped him off on the way back
from my step-father's mother's funeral. 

Not sure when they are planning on getting married.
Probably saving up.

They'll probably do the "city hall" thing.
And then just have a party afterward.

I was trying to think about how I'll arrange stuff.

Smaller living room. Smaller place, in general.

About where I'll put my desk, etc.

And my plant, J.T will come with me.
I've had that plant for 9 years.

When I was a janitor at an insurance company...
Someone was throwing out a plant
because its flowers had died...

Was still alive, so I put it in our office...
But our office was in the basement
so it wasn't getting any sunshine, 
and nobody was watering it, but me.

They told me I should take it home, so I did.
Since then, it quadrupled in size, 

Since it was growing like crazy, 
I called it "Jungle Tree" J.T.

J.T still grows flowers every year.
In the winter.


Anyway, I'd written some things
that I seem to have deleted.

I was writing that I set things aside to give away.

A few things for my brother and his step-daughter.
She's the same age as I was when I started knitting.

I am thinking of giving her a bag of wool to fart around with.
I've got a necklace for her and I'll give her my curlers.

Then I have a thermos (obviously not the one
that mirror smasher pissed in).

To give to my brother and some cologne.

Also I found a couple of white cotton t-shirts
that my brother and his step-daughter can
tie-dye or whatever else.

I've got to remind myself that I'm a bit ahead
of "the game." Because I started right away.
I started that day and have been doing some each day.
Also, I have at least another week to pack.

And I have 5 more boxes I can fill. 
2 of them will probably be books.
The bathroom's pretty much cleared out, 
My bedroom's almost cleared out, 

The living room.... It's getting there...
The kitchen is getting there...

It's mostly the books and other stuff...

And some stuff to try to sell at the pawn shop.

But what I'd really like is to just drop stuff off
at the thrift stores...

My friend said he doesn't want to help with that
because I've had bedbugs.

I don't have them, now, 
but in the past 5 years I had them twice.

So he doesn't want any of my stuff in his car.
His car, his rules.

Just I don't know a lot of people
who have a car AND will help me do that.

And I'd have to make trips every day, by myself
because only so much I can take with me on the bus.

Just it's winter and I don't like going outside a lot
during the winter. Unless I really have to.

I might go to bed early, unless I get a "second wind."
I could clear off the dining room table into a box, 
and put my books there temprarily. 
To get them out of the living room. 

And then we'll see what's left in here.

Hard to believe I've accumulated
as much stuff as I have.

It's been a span of 20 years, though....

And it's not like on that show "Hoarders"
Where they fill dumpster after dumpster FULL.

Just that I guess I hadn't been thinking about
all the things I brought into this place
over the years.

At least I finished the blankets. 
I can hopefully drop those off soon. 

At least they are done and almost or soon to be outta here.
All the ends sewn in. I'll check and make sure
before I bring them to the lady
who brings the donations to where she brings them.

I also have to pare down the jackets.
I don't know why I have so many.

I have fall jackets and winter coats.

I guess jackets are different from coats.
Coats are heavier than jackets.

Still bugs me that mirror smasher accused me of stealing. 
HE COULDN'T SAY THAT
IF HE HAD JUST COME GOT HIS THINGS
RIGHT AFTER I KICKKED HIM OUT.

If anyone took them, it wasn't me.

I wouldn't put it past her to have taken them
just to make him think that I did it.

Just like whoever called the cops on him
on Christmas...
The Christmas before the last one...

He automatically assumed it was me.
I SLEPT THROUGH THAT CHRISTMAS
BECAUSE HIS BS AND HER BS
COMBINED IS EXHAUSTING.

THEN HE TEXTS ME TO ACCUSE ME.
I NEVER HAD HIS BROTHER'S ADDRESS.

BECAUSE I GAVE ZERO F*CKS
WHERE HE WENT FROM HERE.

But I would not be surprised if she kept trying
to make him "hate" me even more
FOR SH*T I NEVER DID.

BECAUSE WHY NOT LIE SOME MORE
AND KEEP LYING?

UNTIL IT COMES RIGHT BACK AROUND.
BECAUSE THE TRUTH WILL COME TO LIGHT.
AND WHEN IT DOES, 
THEY ALL CAN GO FK THEMSELVES.

BECAUSE I TOLD THE TRUTH
REGARDLESS WHO DIDN'T BELIEVE ME
AND REGARDLESS WHY THEY DIDN'T.

Sure it bugs me to be accused of sh*t...
BUT I DO NOT HAVE TO BE IN
ANYONE'S LIFE, PERIOD. 

I GAVE HIM MANY CHANCES
AND HE BLEW THE LAST ONE.

And now I'm moving!
Unelated to moving. 
He's not the reason that I'm moving. 

BUT GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND ME LOL. 
CAN'T "STALK ME" WHEN I'M NOT
COMMUNICATING WITH HIM ANYMORE.
CAN'T READ MESSAGES I'M NOT SENDING ANYMORE.

CAN'T "GET IN THE WAY" OF SOMETHING
THAT TURNED OUT TO BE NOTHING LOL. 

WHICH COULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING, 
WITHOUT HER BS...

But he, himself, is full of sh*t.
Full of himself like I'd keep trying
"to find a way" to compromise or whatever...
WASN'T MY JOB TO DO THAT.

COMPROMISING WHY?
FOR THREATS AND "STIPULATIONS"? LOL

Seriously, he had told me HE WAS DONE WITH HER.
IN A MESSAGE THAT SHE READ.
SO OF COURSE SHE HAD TO DO WHATEVER
TO TRY TO KEEP HIM AROUND. 

Because if he WAS ACTUALLY done with her
HE WOULDN'T HAVE LET HER INTERJECT ETC.

Because he could have told her to go fk herself. 
And there wouldn't have been
anything she could have done about it.

It's so weird that I got close to 400 views
in one day and I hadn't written anything that day.

Usually it's less than 100.

Not that I really "care" about "stats."
I just find it weird when there's a huge "spike."

Especially on a day I didn't post anything.

I think one of the things I'll do next is pack up
the stuff on my desk and take the desk apart
and bring it down stairs...

It'd be one less thing to think about.

It is overwhelming until everything's done.

And I guess I can say that I did it myself.
Because I am doing it myself. 

I guess if it wasn't for my wool-valanche,
there'd be even LESS to take with me...

But I intend to make a serious dent in it this year.

My folks didn't believe me that dint is a word.
A dint is like a tiny dent.

The "holes" on coconuts are called dints.
The "divots" on golf balls are called dints.
Don't believe me? Look it up.
Google'll tell ya.

There's a little "putter" my son had...
When he was a kid... 
I'm thinking of getting a few golf balls
and giving the kid across the hall the "putter" and the balls.
Because what good is a "putter" without any balls?

And there's an air hockey table barely used.
The only thing it is missing is the "puck"
and it's just a little plastic disk 
which could be replaced
with any kind of plastic disk. 

I have someone in mind for that.

I know someone who has a son. 
He'd probably get a kick out of it.

I'll probably invite them over once I get set up. 

Introduce him to Nintendo and SEGA.
He's probably played xbox games...

Did you know that SEGA is only 16 bits?
I think Nintendo is 8, maybe.

Those newer games that are 3-D
With all the buttons...
I can't play those.

I tried playing those shooter games with my friends
but I'd always get "stuck" in a corner, 
unable to figure out how to even turn around
with the guys sh00ting at me lol. 

Which reminds me of the time
one of my friends took me to te laser tag place.

I don't know if that place is still open. 

It's kind of like that paint ball sh00ting thing, 
but with lasers.

And you wear vests that have "targets" on them.
So you actually get "sh0t" on the "targets"
on the vest and if you get too many "sh0ts"
you're out. 

Didn't take long for me to be "out."

There used to be a big arcade in the east end.
At the mall near where I worked. 

It was called "Cyberdome."
I had always wanted to try the VR machines, 
but I never got to before they closed down. 

I guess I was thinking the place was so cool
that it wouldn't shut down
and that I would still have time to "try" it.

They also had indoor rock climbing. 
Something I'd also try. 


In Niagara Falls, they have indoor skydiving. 
You get into a "suit" and they "blow air" at you
so that you're actually levitated...

And you get into "skydiving position."
It's skydiving without the "falling" part.

A friend of mine sent me a video of her skydiving. 
I still have it.

She did the real thing, from a plane. 

When you do the real thing, 
you're strapped to the instructor.

At least your very first time, I think.

Anyway, I wish "Cyberdome" was still around...
It was a really cool place.

There's a couple of pinball places still around.

"The Targ" and the other place that has the chicken wings.
I was trying to talk to the owner of the other place
about something
and he was pretty rude.
Trying to put words in my mouth.
A bunch of things I wasn't saying
BECAUSE WHY SHOULD HE LISTEN TO ME?
I'M NOBODY TO HIM.

BUT HE STILL DIDN'T HAVE TO BE FKN RUDE.

I HAVEN'T BEEN BACK AFTER THAT.
IF I'M GOING TO SPEND MONEY 
(THAT I DON'T HAVE)
I DON'T HAVE TO SPEND IT THERE.

Because he's not a "community center"
AND I NEVER FKN SAID HE WAS.

BECAUSE OF THAT:
I DON'T HAVE TO BE A CUSTOMER THERE.

Although the staff seem alright.
Some of the regulars seem alright.

HE SEEMS TO HAVE SOMETHING UP HIS @SS.
AND I DON'T APPRECIATE
THAT HE SPOKE TO ME LIKE THAT.

Because why? HE DIDN'T HAVE TO.
HE CHOSE TO.

The owner of another place, same thing.
I've only been to that place, once.

Well, twice if you count speaking to the owner.

He treated me like I was wasting his time.
He can go fk himself.
Sideways with a surfboard.
They both can. 

YOU WANT SOMEONE TO BE A CUSTOMER?
DON'T FKN TREAT THEM LIKE THAT.

AND HE STOLE ANOTHER RESTAURANT'S SLOGAN. 
"Love at first bite" is Lorenzo's, not his.

I get emails from that guy's restaurant...
He's got a mailing list to send promos to.
So I still get his promo emails...

He can stuff it. Up his manicotti LOL.