".........just checking in, hope your house didn't flood?........"
After some thought, I thought I recognized the number, one I had deleted a couple months ago.
I didn't bother answering then, just deleted it. While I appreciate that he was concerned, it had been four months (or more) since we had bothered to talk, and even though I offered to do things with him, he could never get his head out of his ass long enough to take me up on any of them. That seems to be a common thing with people I know and have known. So, it was deletesville.
I got another message this afternoon.
"...........okay..........."
You again.
Fuck that. Too little, too late jack. You had your shot, you blew it. Told you that the last time you tried to get chatty with me.
Delete. Again.
perhaps with the lack of a message, he will get the message this time.
Got quite a few piles going here in badhairland. I have the "has to go with me" pile, and the "leave with family to pick up later" pile, and the "give to other people" pile. And even a "goodwill" pile, still finding stuff that can be taken out there. The old hole is slowly being cleaned out a little, to quote Tolkien. But there is still yet more to do.
I am slowly letting folks in on what it is I am trying to do. You may think it's odd that you, my readers, know what is going on before my family does. Somehow it's been easier this way; I've had to work up the nerve to actually talk to people I know. The reactions have been somewhat mixed; Dent and the Landparents are sad to let me go, but are supportive and understanding. My sister is "shocked" and probably thinks I am crazy, although she hasn't said as much, merely that she "wants me to be happy".
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| I seem to be at the "how do I do it?" stage |
The people involved with helping me plan seem all in, which I think is what I really needed. Will it work? Who knows. But I am going to try it.
Stay tuned :)
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