Try Not to Worry, But It Looks Like I May Need a Keeper.

'The Quiet Life' has gone all to hell.

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I saw this pillow online and had to have it. It literally speaks to me! (At some point I’ll figure out how to add that apostrophe…)

So last night I began fasting in preparation for my annual checkup this morning, which always includes a blood test requiring an empty stomach. My appointment wasn’t until 10 AM, so I ate hearty around 9:30 last night—leftover chimichanga and a mandarin orange, because I tend toward hypoglycemia if I go too long without eating.

Got up, showered, did all those little things one does because we’re going to be seeing the doctor and you never now where they might want to go…

Got to the office 10 minutes early and very hungry, smiled at Amy, our sweet (sometimes) receptionist, got ready to chit-chat, and then she says, “Um, you don’t have an appointment today. Your appointment is a week from tomorrow.”

What?? How could I have gotten it so wrong?

It’s happening, isn’t it? I’m losing it. And just when my life is getting kind of exciting—in a good way, for a change.

What a shame.

Well, here’s what else is happening: I finally sold my house. For real. We closed on Friday and the check is in the bank, so that’s a relief. Kind of. And I have a signed lease on the apartment I really, really wanted and will get the keys on or before April 26. The movers have been scheduled. No turning back now. Moving along. Literally.

I’ve ordered some new furniture and house stuff, but because of an overly-zealous saleswoman who foresaw the loss of a sale if she told me the truth about how FedEx operates, two of the pieces have already been delivered to the apartment.

No, really.

Thank goodness the apartment is empty and the people in the office are (so far) kindly toward me, because, despite many, many phone calls to both the store and FedEx, with me madly trying to stop or re-route the deliveries, and with so many people at the other end of the phone feeling so, so sorry about it, FedEx sent me confirmation of the delivery, complete with photos of the items on the front porch of the apartment I won’t be living in for at least a few weeks.

Well, I panicked! Who wouldn’t? I’m not even in there yet and already I’m causing trouble. I finally reached someone in the apartment office after leaving many frantic messages (out of office, on vacation, I don’t know. Didn’t matter.) and I hoped I sounded as embarrassed and sorry as I really was. They assured me it would be fine. Someone would just slide them inside. No problem. (I love those people already!)

I don’t even want to think about that other piece that ended up at a Walgreens. I was able to stop that one from going to the apartment (before I knew it would have been fine) but I couldn’t stop it from going somewhere. And they wouldn’t reroute it to my house, 100 miles away. Only to the town I’m moving to.

Did you know Walgreens is a holding place for FedEx? In case you can’t be home when something needs to be delivered? No? Well, get ready for this one: So is Dollar General!

I feel there is so much in this world I have yet to learn.

I’m going to try not to dwell on any of it, because now packing is the issue at hand. Packing and unpacking, because I’ve changed my mind a hundred times about what’s essential and going with me and what’s not.

Here I need a keeper, too. I’m terrible at this. Do I need this? No, I don’t. Do I want it? Maybe… Do I have a place for it? Do I really have to answer that??

And how about all those phone calls I have to make, turning things off and on, cancelling things, getting my mail at the right place at the right time? Besides needing a keeper, I need a good secretary.

Oh, wait. I used to be one. I should be able to do this!

Closing now because I really should be packing: It’s Eclipse Day and I’m still up north, way past the boundary where we’ll see anything but a partial cover-up. Cloudy all morning, but the sun is trying to peek through and I see some blue sky! I’ll be looking for those lovely crescents on the ground. (Glasses are sold out everywhere.)

I hope you’re in a place where you get to see it. And if you’re not, I hope you don’t care.

Eclipse shadows. Photo credit: Mothership

We’ll talk soon. I promise.

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