Michigan Trip Day 5

I had problems falling asleep last night. As a consequence, I'm tired this morning. I handwashed some socks and underwear in case I don't make it to my mom's house to do laundry because I'm planning to lie down after work.

I was in a wrangle with Short Story because I forgot to change the address and they shipped the box to Michigan. Well, it arrived today, so I can take it back with me. Yay.

Finished my project at work. Go me.

I was thinking about a time when I was working as a tech writer in Silicon Valley, and my grandmother got sick and died right before we were due to release a product. I said to myself, "I'll get everything done, but no one will probably like how I do it," and that was right on. This is another of those times.

Ran errands over lunch. Got my check from the trust for house-related expenses and deposited it at the bank. Picked up the all-important caffeinated soda and some munchies. Picked up my Short Story box from Mom's house.

I want to nap. Well, more than nap; I want to cocoon. The Marriott bed is a good place for cocooning. And I have books to read. And it's been raining since yesterday morning. I think that I'll stay in tonight and get up early to run a couple of errands and start on the stuff left in Mom's house.

I was right that I was going to crash out. I went to sleep at 7 PM, woke up at 11, and went back to sleep and woke up at 12:45 AM. And I'm going to go back to sleep. I hope this means that I'll get an early start.

Michigan Day 6: Annoying Day

Fuckity fuckity fuck. Apparently the landscapers were working on my mom's house today and started in with chainsaws before 8 AM this morning. They woke up my neighbors and they contacted me. I contacted the workman, who said that the real estate agent hired them. I called him, and he spluttered a bit and said that they would be working only one day, and that's why they started early. He did apologize.

While I was talking to the workman, he said that water was coming in through the foundation in the basement, and it either needs to be fixed or disclosed when we sell the house. Fuck. This house. I've had it with this house.

I got my room checked in though tomorrow. I was going to take a nap, but now I feel guilty because my neighbors were woken up. I suppose that my being tired won't help anything though.

Took my nap. Went over to the storage unit to make sure that I had the key for it; I do have it. Tried to get gas but my card was declined, which also happened this morning. Went to the post office, where I was told that I would have to call on Monday about my mail forwarding. Went to Mom’s house and called the bank. They said that they had no record of the card being declined, and that I should try it somewhere else. Went through the stuff in the downstairs bathroom.

The mail forwarding certainly didn’t go through. They have been cramming mail in my mom’s mailbox for a month. I excavated the mailbox and put the mail in the car.

I got gas at another station and the card went through. I went and got cash though so that I can get back tomorrow in case of a snafu with the card. Had lunch.

Now I’m going back to the hotel to check my bank account balance. And I think that I’ll take a short nap before going back to the house.

Took a nap. Now I’m at the house, doing laundry and going through stuff in the upstairs bathroom. It’s mostly stuff that needs to be thrown out, but I won’t be able to get most of it into the garage. I contacted the organizer’s assistant, and he said that he can come over tomorrow. I’d rather he get my money than some random TaskRabbit person. And he’s reliable and I like him.

I’m trying to decide whether to do two loads of laundry. I’ll be done with the bathroom stuff long before it would be done. But it would be nice to come back with clean clothes. A zipper on the inside of my suitcase broke though. Given that it’s the suitcase that I want to take to Italy, I’m annoyed.

I’m done with the stuff in the bathroom, except that my dad wanted some of my grandfather’s stuff and I need to see what he wanted. I did rescue some photographs.

I guess that I could start going through the stacks of mail while I wait. I winnowed it down to a small stack. I found out why the mail wasn’t forwarded. They sent me a letter at my mom's house to confirm that I wanted my mail forwarded, and of course, I didn’t get it. I’m not sure what my options are now.

Finished my laundry and went back to the hotel. Had dinner. Now I'm tired and need to go to bed. Morning will come quickly.