So, let's see. Today, I dropped off several boxes in the latest run to a charity. When I got back, I coordinated a visit with 1-800-GOT-JUNK who had just arrived to take away two twin beds. (You cannot sell beds, or even give them away.) While this was going on, I spoke on the phone with my dynamic aunt who's working with a furniture dealer who wants to buy some of the furniture here, and I had to take some photos to send to her. At that same time, I got a call from the moving van line company to discuss plans for my shipping things back to Los Angeles. And during all of this, the maintenance department was in the apartment fixing the carbon monoxide alarm which has been screwed up for several days. (No problem, it's just old and the alarm has kept going off, which is a tad disconcerting.)
As I walk through the residence, there are a few people here who stop me and said, "Still here??" I want to say to them, "THERE IS A REALLY LOT TO DO!!!!" -- but they're all very nice, and so you pause, catch your breath and instead say warming, "Oh, yes. There's a lot to deal with. Still more to do!"
It's still pretty hectic here, but winding down and more focused on what’s left to be done. A lot has been done, and most of the legal business paperwork. (There's actually a lot more of that, but it's the sort of thing that the lawyers and accountants deal with.) In fact, I can treat myself finally to a “day off” and am going to Wrigley Field for the the Cubs game tomorrow. Hubba.
Back on the June 9, assuming no changes… The elves taking care of the homestead are a little pissed off about it, after having full reign of the the place for almost a month, but tough beans.
Robert J. Elisberg is a political commentator, screenwriter, novelist, tech writer and also some other things that I just tend to keep forgetting.
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