It's the end of August, the virtual end of Summer with Labor Day here already. It's our friend Mercury Retrograde again. It'll be done in 3 weeks, and as it goes Fall will be here. Beautiful, cool, lovely Fall. We may have had enough rain/heat stress ratio for colorful leafage. We will see.
Mercury Retro in Virgo
This year has been whizzing by. Full of plenty of lousy and a few hits of unexpected joy. Lots of deaths. A few beautiful babies. More drama than the Met in season. I think this is another year I'll be happy to kick in the pants as it goes out the door.
And yesterday morning- 5 years and a day since the flood- I was notified that I'll be moved to Rivendell "in the next week to 2 weeks". I answered with surprise and questions that went unanswered. After a calculated response I was offered a look at the next apartment. Gal Friday will go in my place tomorrow, as I can't use my left arm yet. As long as there are no major issues- like the doorways being too narrow for my walker, or there not being a tub for my shower seat- I expect I'm outta The Shire in T minus 6-13 days.
This announcement was accompanied by the usual 'you should be kissing our feet with gratitude' tone that marks these things and makes them so special (the longer I'm involved in the poor-person-getting-help, or observing-fellow-volunteer circuits, the more I see the "You're lucky I care, I do this out of the goodness of my heart, so fuck you" attitude). Much of our gratitude must be for the admittedly fair deal that the BHA will pay the moving expenses and hire the movers. That is fair and right and good of them to do. Because I called dibs early, I was near the top of the list for Rivendell anyway. But really, they couldn't give me a month to pack some things, get rid of things, plan? Jesus.
So yeah, that's where we are tonight, August 30th, 2016. Getting ready to bug out.
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