Moving is always an adventure. No matter how many times we’ve moved (and it has been a lot), we always find new things to mess up or new ways to improve the experience. As we slowly but steadily get everything organized in the new place, we see the ad-lib placement of items to get them out of the way often turn out brilliant ideas.
The top of the curio cabinet is an excellent example of this principle. Without realizing what we were doing, we created this subtle work of beauty.
It is 80 degrees this afternoon, and it feels awesome. I’m sitting on the balcony and soaking up some sun as the afternoon passes by. Hal is waiting for maintenance personnel to show up to work on some items around the apartment. If we had known the weather would be like this, he could have delayed the maintenance request until Monday.
I finally went back inside, but it felt good while I was out. The pollen is simply too much for me right now. I’m going to wait for Hal to finish whatever he needs to before going out. In the meantime, I’m making spaghetti in the InstaPot, so there will be more to eat here. I used the last box of spaghetti, well, angel hair pasta, actually, but there’s no sense getting more spaghetti pasta until after we move next Friday. In fact, I want to empty out the refrigerator and freezer as much as possible before the move.
In one week, the rivers will still be bringing things into the new apartment. I know to take things easy and to avoid any heavy lifting or exertion. The last thing I need is another hospital stay.
Later today I’m meeting someone to possibly purchase a portable oxygen concentrator called an Inogen One G3. I have been checking about acquiring one of these machines through my insurance, but the insane rules and excessive cost make that very unlikely right now. Instead, I will check this machine out for myself.
The person selling it recently lost a loved one who used the machine and now they want to sell it to someone who can use it. I could certainly use it if it’s in working condition. The person is selling it for a decent price compared to other retailers and private sellers, so it’s worth taking a look.
I hate lugging an oxygen canister with me when I’m out. The comfort of knowing I have O2 is balanced against the realization that when the O2 runs out, I can be in serious trouble. I would prefer to have the portable oxygen concentrator to provide oxygen as long as the battery is charged. A place to charge a battery is much easier to find when one is out than a refill station for an O2 canister.
This is what I have now. You can see the limitations it has. It is bulky and limits mobility when I’m out. It takes up most of a large shopping cart at the grocery store and then the tube limits how far I can move away from that cart.
The Inogen One G3 has a carrying bag and is much smaller. It makes its own O2 from the surrounding air. I hope that this machine is in working order and worth the asking price. If do, I’m buying it and taking back a degree of freedom that I lost late last year.
It sounds strange, but in the midst of all the chaos and turmoil of the COVID-19 pandemic, I seem to be closer than ever to my own Private Idaho of Inner Peace. For whatever reason, things are falling into place with my life. There are still struggles, there always will be, but they no longer seem as insurmountable as they used to.
We moved on the first of April and have settled into our new place. As quiet as the last apartment was, this one puts it to shame. We are basically in the country in a medium size apartment complex, but without a major airport within 10 miles like the last place. Planes flew over all day and into the evening until 2300 or so each night. I don’t remember seeing vapor trails here in the sky since we arrived.
My sinuses acted up immediately after we arrived here. There were several days when I began to think that we must have moved to the worst place in the world for my sinus problems. But after starting Yoga on a daily basis, I have gotten better rather quickly, and I am sleeping better at night as well. I cannot describe how much better I feel.
Hal and I have not had any problems with the new neighbors. Everyone here is in the same situation as us with regards to the world situation, and that gives us all common ground to stand on.
We will save money by living here. I am relaxing with the knowledge that I can pay things off without as much stress every pay period. Things got too damned expensive at the last apartment, we just couldn’t stay there.
So there you have it. My personal story although a brief one, about how I have found my own Private Idaho and Inner Peace.
My image for today sums up how I try to approach life, especially in difficult times like these. I try to remember how lucky I am to be accustomed to working from home after years of doing so while everyone else is struggling to make the adjustment, or worse yet, is out of work due to the Coronavirus situation. I feel for those who have lost their jobs through no fault of their own because I fear that the capitalist owners of those businesses will land on their own feet, but will let their employees go with no concern at all.
I try to remember to be thankful for Hal (person) and The Stooges because they are the family that I have. I would not want anyone else to share my life with, honestly. It took far too many years to find Hal and then The Stooges, so there is no way I am ever letting go of them.
I try to remember to be thankful for all the little things in life each day. Yesterday at the new pharmacy, they refilled one of my prescriptions and told me that they had found a coupon and applied it to the cost, so it came out to $0.00 and I was stunned. That was something that they did not have to do, but it was appreciated and I will try to play that favor forward to someone in the near future. I believe that far too often we get so caught up in our own problems that we forget to think of others. It feels good to do something nice for someone else.
I try to remember to get some exercise in each day after all the sitting around at work on the computer. Taking a walk around the new neighborhood, even with social distancing, is a great way to get some exercise and to get more familiar with where we now live. We have met some of the neighbors, from 6 feet away or greater naturally, but it still is nice to find new friends.
I try to remember to write something each day. Obviously, there are days when this is easier than others. One of the joys and frustrations of writing is overcoming writers block and seeing a post take shape on the screen in front of me. I feel so much more at ease when I write.
And last of all, I try to remember that when I write, I should be grateful for those of you who read these posts. They ramble on incoherently most of the time, but hopefully you enjoy the ride.
Moving is never easy, no matter how many times you’ve moved, things always go wrong. Always the little things like where did I put that thing I want to find right away? Hal and I have been chopping our way through the jungle of boxes since Thursday and the place is really looking good now. At least we can say that about the rooms we’ve focused our attention on.
The next battle will be the closest. Always overlooked, but we don’t want to put boxes in there and never see them again until our next move, whenever that will be. We are going to sift through every box and every cable. Everything will either have a home with us, or it will have a home in the dumpster. There’s no middle ground or compromise anymore.
We love the new place, but it takes some getting used to. The one unpleasant constant is the fucked-up situation in the world right now. It’s difficult to strictly observe the “keep your ass at home” policy when we have to stock the pantry and the refrigerator after the move. We do have a great store not too far from here, but the same old problems persist. “Who in the ever loving FUCK bought all the GODDAMN toilet paper?” Luckily, Hal and I each bought our regular bi-monthly package of 20 rolls almost a month ago before the TP mysteriously vanished.
Hal and also bought matching neck gaiters from a local sporting good store to comply with the any mask is better than none requirement from the CDC. Even those items are becoming scarce now. I ordered a few more, but it will be nearly a month before they arrive. Strangely, I won’t be surprised if people continue wearing them for a long time.
Breathing through a gaiter definitely takes some getting used to. We’re washing them every day to keep them as clean as possible. We wear these to the grocery store, we’ll, at least when we’re inside.
Another item I purchased before the move was cleaning supplies from BlueLand.
I like the idea that these don’t contain any harsh chemicals and that the refill tablets mixed with water save waste by reusing the bottle as well. The hand soap works very well and the multi-purpose cleaner is outstanding. The refill tablets are only $2 and that’s much cheaper than buying a new bottle of the harsh chemicals.
The last several days have been exhausting and exciting at the same time. As things get more organized and under control, I hope to be writing more.
It’s 0400 on Friday and I woke up with my sinuses packed. Naturally, the nose spray that always helps me is still securely hidden in the mountain of boxes that must still be unpacked after the move. It is easy to feel sorry for myself, but I’m trying to stay optimistic since Hal, The Stooges and I are embarking on the next adventure in our life together.
This picture is overly optimistic, the place is still crammed with boxes and bags. We did manage to make a path for the cable guy who is supposed to be here today, as well as the new furniture items we purchased before the move. Thankfully, I took time off work to help with this madness so Hal doesn’t have to shoulder the burden all by himself.
The new apartment is much larger than our old one. It is also $500 cheaper per month. The trade off is that we’re much further away from DC now, but I don’t have to fight the commute anyway. I can still catch a train into DC when I have to go. Since I’ve been working from home for years, this isn’t a big deal to me.
In the interest of keeping it real, this is another view from the couch as I’m writing this on my iPhone. Only a few of the boxes are empty. We will be busy today but not as rushed as yesterday.
There are so many things that go through my mind at 0400. Why can’t I get back to sleep? Where is my sinus nasal spray? Why didn’t I inventory and index things when I packed them to make it easier to find things? That last one I’ll try to remember for our next move.
Stevie Nicks seems remotely interested in me as I’m writing this. I’m glad that The Stooges have all adjusted well to the new place. Stevie Nicks and Hal The Cat were fine on the hour + drive here today, but Jax The Cat was upset and talked loudly the entire time. To be fair, this was the first time that Jax has moved with us so we expected him to be nervous.
It’s 0400 and I’m looking forward to a new day. Everyone stay safe.