Moving Stats

Jumped out of bed this morning (not literally) all spitfire and reeling to go (mentally but not physically) so I zapped a cup of yesterday’s coffee and looked around thinking “okay, what next?  What can I do sitting down?”

I’m packing.  No, I have not yet been offered the apartment but I cannot wait until the last minute.  Or even the last week.  I have too many days like this one, where the mind and body refuse to sync. 

I went shopping yesterday down at the Almighty Walmart on South Avenue in Boardman.  I hate that store because I never, ever get a motorized cart there.  Either they are all dead because no one puts them on charge, or they are all in use.  The store up in Liberty seems to have more motorized carts AND greeters who tend to them, make sure they are plugged in between use.  The entrance is nicer up there, too.  I only went to this store because my daughter asked me to meet her there.

I thought I was in luck because two customers were parking carts when I walked in and there were two ladies  who looked like sisters waiting, one seemingly very abled bodied and the other questionable, she might have something going on so I assumed they would take one cart and I would get the other.  Wrong.  Apparently the healthy woman likes to get a motorized scooter to go joy riding around the store with her sister.  There’s nothing wrong with that, if there are plenty of carts for disabled shoppers.  Even the woman getting off the second cart assumed that I would be the one who got it as she patted my arm and said, “honey, there’s still a good charge on there for ya.”

I didn’t say anything.  My son-in-law did.  He went over to talk to them and came back shaking his head while I was getting a regular cart.  I hate it when I can’t get a scooter cart because it limits my shopping time and area (can’t walk all over the store) and usually means that I am going to hurt something fierce and have to deal with limited mobility that night or the next day. 

I also hate that store because they remodeled it backwards.  Every other Walmart around here has “ladies to the left” as you enter the restroom.  This one has the mens room on the left side so I have, on more than one occassion (including yesterday), accidentally walked into the mens.   Their restrooms are another “pet peeve” for disabled people because most able bodied Walmart shoppers believe the handicap stall is the best place to poop.

Oh well.  So, what can I do sitting down today?  It drives me nuts to be all stiff and sore, to wake up feeling like a rusted tin man, when I want to get things DONE! 

I’m packing down to essientials, like I am not going to be throwing any dinner parties so I don’t need stacks of plates or a cupboard full of pots and pans.  I kept out my colored pencils, packed other art and hobby supplies.  I could go months living with just bare basics.  In fact, that has me debating almost every item, what to pack and what to part with.  There is something very liberation about living with less stuff.  If I continue to downsize every time I move, I should be a complete minimalist someday.  Right now, I am debating on whether or not I really need a microwave.  The buttons are screwed up on this one (most don’t work) so I see no sense in paying to move it to a new place.  The question is, should I buy a new one after moving or just go without?

Hopefully, I will get a call soon… the lady from the  apartment building told me to go ahead and give notice where I live now so I will have the required 30 days in to get my deposit back, so it kind of sounds like she will be calling me sometime in October to offer an available unit before November first.  I gave tentative notice here, which I can extend another month or whatever.  Worst case scenerio is the deal falls through and I will have to find somewhere else to live as I don’t want to stay here.

Guess I could pack up non-essientials in the living room today, go through all the little bin drawers in the secretary hutch, as that thing needs to be empty to move it.  I can do that sitting down.

I lit a candle for some scent therapy. 
Okay, I just like the way it smells.

Hummm….  I wonder if that nice candle man from Toledo will return to Youngstown next year.  He sold hand poured candles at the YSU art festival, forget the name on his banner.  I looked it up once, looked on the festival’s list of vendors and googled to see if he sold online.  Oh yes, Curb Candles.  Guess he used to have a candle store in Toledo as I found a newspaper article about his store closing, with a little blurp about why he had named it Curb Candles, something about if he lost his business, he would be out on the curb.  Perhaps a little tongue and cheek humor that became a self full-filling prophecy, but the date of the article was years ago so I’ve got to hand it to him… the man held onto his dream, continues to make and sell candles, even though he had to find another way to do it.  Obviously, selling at farmer markets, festivals and other events would have less overhead than a brick and mortar store.  If he comes back next year, I am going to stock up on votives.  I wish he made matching scented tea lights as that is the size that fits my favorite candle holders. The man blends some unusual scents, like an “orange & hot pepper” that smells fabulous, and I generally don’t care for fruity scented candles.

Well, the sun is up.  I should get busy, if I can will my body to move.  Maybe I should put on a fresh pot of coffee.

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