The Little Move Etc

I have had problems with my internet connection lately and this is driving me absolutely bonkers. I have wanted to browse other blogs and also reply to anyone who has graciously commented ( thanks to any and all and at some point I hope to reply to comments ). I am going to try and get on prior to the move which is coming up before the first. I am excited about the move but also gong through the typical angst of moving. The process is NO FUN but has to be done. And I feel good about where I will be moving. I moved out here to be closer to my mother who is 81 and to be a short distance from here will be good. I believe that, in the long run, it is something that I will look back upon in the future and believe it was the best thing I could have done. Even though mom and I have our "moments" she is MOM and I love her so dearly. To be here with her and for her makes any problems small in comparison to not being near her and hardly seeing her. 

My wonderful niece Rachel passed away at 29. And I know that I was able, in some small way, to lighten her burden. Being a normal savant, an artistic genius, I know what it is like to be treated as if I am less than human because I am artistic in a technological world that does not value the arts. Besides being beautiful, Rachel was a fabulous artist on so many levels. And I always told her so. She thanked for this the last time I saw her. Sometimes one makes decisions in their life hat are not necessarily be what they want to do. In Rachel's case, I would have been willing to have moved up north where she lived to help her. I had not yet told her this but she passed away before we could have had that conversation. In my mom's case, it was a decision to be near and hopefully to help her that was the catalyst that moved me back to the desert in almost 20 years. While I miss Hollywood and my friends there I know that moving here to be near mom was the right decision. But, I hate moving! 

Even if one were in a financial situation where they did not have to pack and rent a U-Haul it has to be a hassle. First, there is the packing. Then there is the moving. After that there is unpacking. Then there is the half-comatose state one enters into for months as one gets over the trauma of moving. But by this time next month I will hopefully be settled in from the little move and get back to living a life. 

Of course THEN I will have to go see about JURY DUTY. I think the state has me on speed dial when it comes to jury duty. Some people never get called. I ALWAYS get called and it infuriates me because I am disabled. Now lots of able bodied folks resent it when the disabled said they are not up to jury duty. The state now requires a disabled person to have a doctor's note. The problem with that is many disabled do not have the finances to go and get a doctor's excuse every year. Well that is a rant for another time ( ha ha, like my "other time rant" on cassettes that will happen one of these days ). 

I took the day off from packing and will get back to it tomorrow. My arthritis is acting up and I have been also having spasms. Plus, my back has been acting up. Of course all of this happens right as I am packing to move.  There should be some sort of variant to Murphy's Law about moving. There probably is. I am happy to have my little blog and feel that maybe within a few months I will be able to figure out how to put on photos and maybe even music. And be able to get my life back. 

SAC