Day One

Being homeless, in this way, is more a frame of mind than a place to sleep. After the closing of the house and the extension for cleaning, we went right back to work. We only worked for a little while Thursday night, but I put in another full day on Friday. They guys I hired were hard pressed to put in another day, and so they dovetailed my job with their other obligations. It was hard going, the house was finished, and there was not a lot of word I could do in the yard and garage. I just had to wait. I got someone to take the good will off the front porch for me and that took up a little more time. It left me plenty of time to wander around each room, saying my good byes. I watched my fingers trace over the flowers that we had painted for Selena's nursery. Finally the car was out of the garage, and the yards we finished. I think the guys put in a harder day than I did, even with my emotions running high. We were finished with ten minutes to spare. By the time we got to the new storage unit, we found that they had closed at 2 PM. Here we are, three hours later, with a car and two loads to get into the storage unit. It was pure luck that there was a night man on duty and he was able to make a phone call and get me a storage unit for the last of the load.

Exhausted, I had Cindy take my back to where I was staying and picked up a salad for dinner. I was almost too tired to eat, I forced some food down, took a pain pill and let my body begin to relax. It was a quiet night for me, finally. Finished, I had nothing left to cry over, my tears spent days ago. I put a movie on my computer and finally put my feet up. I was so sore it was impossible to go down the stairs, and so staying in my room was an easy choice