Not a good week
This week, practically at once, everything went wrong. I’m having trouble handling it all.
First, last week the microwave broke. We use money from our small emergency fund to buy another.
Then a couple days ago I was taking a shower and knocked a nearly to bloom, old orchid off the shelf. Broke a divot off of the tray but pot seems fine, orchid seems fine, bloom seems fine. wew.
Later in the day I pushed a mason jar mug off the shelf next the to computer (it was my drinking glass) broke a big chip from it and minute glass shards everywhere. I carefully cleaned it up. Unhappy about the shards and I don’t have many mason jar mugs.
That evening husband comes in and is sad. It seems the owner of the house wants us out by March first so he can fix up the house and sell it. The amount of work needed to move is horrendous and we have no place to move to. I’ve lived here for nearly 10 years with my friend of 30 years while my husband was working in the middle east. When he came back we continued to live here and help with the bills. She died during a medical test February last year (2014). She had told us for years that she would be leaving the house to me. She even wrote a will using one of those on-line will programs. Only she didn’t sign it. Her brother inherited all her things, including the house and a commercial lot. He sold the commercial lot for 1/2 the value and told us he was not going to give us the house but he would fix it up so a loan could be made on it and even carry the loan for the first year. So now, on the day everything broke, we get a voice mail saying that we have to be out by the first of March so that the contractor can remodel the inside of the house SO HE CAN LIST IS ON THE MARKET later in the summer. Doesn’t sound like he will be selling it to us.
We don’t have a place to stay, we don’t have money to move, my pickup needs new clutch and brakes (any mechanics out there?), and I don’t have any boxes. If anyone hasn’t needed boxes in recent years this is almost the thing I need prayed about more – even above a place to live. You see, everyone crushes their boxes. I might have to buy them from the moving company or use those expensive plastic bins (which would be better but $$) There was a praise report in here. After spreading the word a mutual friend of the woman who willed me her house and mine called to say she has room in an outbuilding (metal side, concrete floor) that I can put all my stuff. (now I need pallets AND boxes) Things are looking better. If we have to we can drive many trips, maybe someone in the fire department has a pickup and flatbed trailer (need one of those for some outside stuff and the broken pickup) All this stuff costs money, but God has provided in the past. I’ll need to sell my broken down Honda gold wing for probably what it would cost to haul away. (I haven’t been able to ride it for years) We don’t want to sell the pickup, they don’t make them like that anymore, but…
Then today is nearly the last straw, Lord give me strength.
I don’t have children, I don’t have siblings, due to some evil squabbles during my grandmother’s last years (she died last fall at 103) I don’t talk to any of that side of the family any more, the other side has never talked. So there is just mom, Don, and me. My dogs are like my children. I have had out of the ordinary show dogs, search and rescue dogs, protection dogs, herding dogs, and a dog sled team. Now I have a service dog and her mother. I live within sight of a dog 24 hours a day. Over the last few years dogs have been dying off of old age. We just lost one around the time grandma died. She had been getting feeble since before my house-mate died. She was the remaining one of the group of dogs my house-mate had welcomed into her house when I moved in. (don’t worry, she was a dog person and co-owned half of those dogs with me) That left two Belgian Tervuren that I had gotten while living here, one the mother of the other, the younger dog is my in-training service dog. So this fall, somewhere around the time my grandmother died, I find a tumor on the older dog’s belly. Into the vet she goes. It costs every penny of the reserve fund (nearly $1,000) and when I pick up my dog the vet says, 1) it is cancerous, 2) it had spread to her ovary, 3) it will probably spread to her lungs when it does decide to spread. With this in mind I have been seen her slow down just a bit for the last two weeks. Today I decide that it is not may imagination. I can’t afford to start any treatments – not now, probably not even before. So I will be doing “pawspice” as they call it, and move, and keep an eye out for someplace to move that allows dogs.
There’s more to the list. Accepting offers on what was a really special wing (my bike) it might only be a parts bike and only worth hauling away. I think after my dogs the pickup and bike are dearest to me. And boxes, and truck for moving (with or without driver) and flatbed that can hall heave diesel pickup, and help tearing down dog runs (oh yeah, they need the flat bed too) Except for the pickup and the small custom-made camper shell (made by a carpenter/boat builder – it could use a new home or flatbed ride) I might be able to use the biggest size U-Haul. List goes on – scrap steel anyone? I guess I could trade some of that for help.
Help. Pray. We are so overwhelmed and in shock and really don’t know where to start.
24 Jan 2015
Praise. Another long-time friend of nearly 30 years (on that I was introduced by the friend who died) has offered me a spot in the pole barn where she lives. PTL Now there is a place for stuff. We still need some way to move it.
26 January 2015
We have leads on places that have boxes, the trick is getting there early enough in the day to get any. Seems that everyone needs boxes. Don found some boxes at his work. They are a bit large but should not be too heavy if packed carefully. The problem with large boxes is that people tend to either put too much or too heavy stuff that needs an army to move. Not good if you are moving lots of boxes.
27 Jan 2015
My mother let on that she has probably enough money left over from her inheritance and that she needs to use it before tax cut off. It is enough to half pay for a small fixer or be a down for a really nice one that needs 10%-20% down. Now the clock is ticking. We still need a house to live in. But we still need to move. I’m still having trouble sleeping.