Saturday Moaning

Closing on my house is Monday at 3 pm. I hope I can remember to take everything I need because it has to be completed that day. I finally remembered to add all the keys and garage door openers to the list. What am I forgetting?

Baby has an odd patch of fur with thicker skin under her right ear. I have no idea what it is. The vet will see it May 9 when they both go in for teeth cleaning, shots, blood work, and Molly's lumps and bumps. If it changes sooner, she goes in sooner.

I worry about Molly with her Addison's disease and being almost 8 years old doing well with anesthesia. I don't want to be a vet tech when Molly wakes up in a crate. Baby, either. Neither do well in confined areas at all.

I have furniture in my old house that has to be out by Monday. I was given the closing date and time on Thursday when I called to ask, and I haven't be able to find anyone I can donate it to that will pick it up that soon. I am not sure I can even get it out of the house myself. I rather doubt it. The sofa is huge, and the love seat is not much lighter.

I was told on Friday to transfer the utilities to the new people as of Monday and get the final bill for the water. I asked for the names of the new people, which I was not given. So, I had to request a shut off, and no one will be happy with that. I can't transfer to Unknown. As it is, the electric can't be changed until Tuesday (not enough notice), the gas company didn't respond to my e-change, and the city says the water bill would take at least 48 hours to complete (not counting the weekend).

I had to run over to the old house and read the meter myself, and write it on a form. The closing company might not accept this, but my former city says everyone else does.

My dead carpet steamer is still in my garage, waiting to be shipped back to Bissell. I am leery of lifting it and putting it on the porch for pickup by FedEx. I need to do this. I have a dolly and I know how to use it. I should stop babying my shoulder one of these days. Some pain is expected as part of rehab.

In PT, I am doing very well. I have hit the point where I am begging for more and harder and heavier. She handed me a 1-lb weight for my first bicep curls. I was used to using both a 10 and a 5 lb at the same time - I was embarrassed. We are up to 3 lbs now. I still feel underused. I know I can do 5, if not 10, but I am not getting out my weights to check. I hid them from myself.

The TV I have still annoys me just by virtue of being there. I want to get rid of it completely. I don't really want another, but I am thinking maybe entirely changing the front bedroom and putting in a futon, desk, and small flat screen TV for watching movies on DVD. I might do that some day. Maybe. I might never watch anything - so why even buy a new TV at all? It concerns people to see a house without one. They don't Get It that I don't want to see whatever  show they find entertaining. I prefer the quietness of a book. I do like movies.

Do futons come in queen size or are they all double bed size?

I still have no idea what vehicle I am going to get. I need to do this soon. Get another big SUV? A crossover? A car? New? Used? Lease? Hybrid? I don't know what I want, so how can I get one? Maybe I need someone to just take my car away and hand me the new key. I will sign for whatever.

Do I get a new mattress set first or the two ceiling fans? Do I sell the TV or donate it? (It's old, but like new due to lack of use.) Who is going to hang my clock and my beautiful canvas that I bought and have hidden in my front bedroom so it doesn't get ruined?

When will the child get over her attitude problem and call me? Will it be by Mother's Day? Will I spend another Mother's Day home alone? She doesn't even know I sold the house unless it got to her third hand, and I really haven't told very many people. I decided to tell when it's a done deal. I would have liked her to have a chance for a last walk through to say goodbye.

Maybe I should have titled this: Why I Don't Sleep At Night