It’s Sunday morning as I type this, and it’s cold. I’m waiting for the temps to come up so I can continue packing the garage. Winston is curled up on the bed in my office. The slobbering doofus took out one of my slippers.
Can’t have anything nice around here.
I need to ban him from the room. I’m sick of my shit being destroyed.
That’s a Justin deerskin roper I’ve had for, what, 5 years?
See him in the background? He knows I’m pissed.
Last Monday couple big things happened. First was I went down HARD on my bike and bruised my shoulder. The same one that I had repaired. The same side that I broke some ribs. I don’t think it’s damaged so much as bruised really badly. It was bad enough that I had to tuck into my extra hydrocodone from my hernia surgery. That put me in a poor state of mind for what happened next.
We got a cash contract on the house. The option period seems long and the closing very fast thereafter. I would’ve had to move like RIGHT NOW. They don’t want to leaseback, but I got another weekend at least. Not in the most rational state when I heard that news. I nearly had a full on panic attack.
Hence, I’m packing the garage.
I only have the bench and a bookcase with car parts and fluids. And to move a pile of trash out front. That leaves the shed (which should be easy) and the rest of the house (which is mostly clear). It’ll take an evening or two to pack the kitchen and my office.
But Monday I need to find a place to go.
I found a nice place in Waxahachie, But I’m not sure that’s the right move at this point. I found some others in Rowlett and Wylie, but I need to act fast. Having dogs and needing immediate availability narrows down the search quite a bit. Worse yet, since my company has you allocate vacation all at once, I have a pool of only 4 days the week after Christmas to play with.
Going to be a messed up two weeks.
Inspected By Pat 
Damn… Yeah, I remember the “Panic” setting in when the house sold… OK… Where the FARK are we gonna LIVE? The HUNT was ON… amidst the PACKING and all that. It’s a bit of a scramble for sure.Doofus needs a hobby…. He _does_ have his own stash of crap to chew I imagine… that being the case, he’s sending a message. He loves you and can’t stand not being in your company… It’s a co-dependency of sorts. Somehow he needs to be made comfortable being sans Himself.As to how to accomplish that, a lot of things come to mind and I’m sure you’ve thought of them? Yes… banning from the room when you’re not there might be a start. A door. A gate…. something. But getting to the root cause would be best. I hope you find a solution and soon.The shoulder… Mine is killing me and I landed on it probably 8 months ago. Totally buggered the supraspinatus [sic?] but it’s the neck that needs fixing first. It all took months to rear their ugly heads.We don’t _BOUNCE_ anymore, do we? We fall… we land… we CRUNCH… we cuss… I hope you’ve not damaged it. You’re going to be too busy with the move to even notice / attend to it for the moment… but DO try to stay on top of it.And there are those that will pontificate that “God won’t give you more than you can handle….” BALLOCKS. He will. He DOES. Just to see if you’re fool enough to try. GIVE IT BACK. Watch what happens. ;-)Peace or pieces. Choose wisely.Hang in there.
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