I used to be at WordPress. http://wordsofmine.wordpress.com. However, since my last posting in 2009, many things have changed there and I no longer find it easy to enter my domain there. So, following another friend, Thoughts from Crow Cottage, I am going to set up residence here at JournalScape. Below is my first entry:

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Quote of the Day:

"I love all men who dive. Any fish can swim near the surface, but it takes a great whale to go downstairs five miles or more."

-- Herman Melville

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So much has happened since I last updated. I can hardly believe it has been three years. A lot has happened.

I do not remember what month it happened in 2009, late spring or summertime I think. We were evicted from the Henrietta house. I had been on disability for several years by this time. Michael had been laid off due to down sizing. Ugh.

It was a stressful time but our friends came to rally around us and helped us pack up our three-bedroom house and move the contents to a storage unit. I am so please not much was broken.

Some glass of framed paintings, prints and photos. Luckily the huge mirror to my vanity stayed in one piece.

We gave away a lot most of our belongings to in an attempt to pair down. We gave away the washer and dryer. Later I would come to miss them immensely.

We had called up the trash company to have them deliver a dumpster. We threw away as much as we could.

One of the items we put out was the waveless waterbed mattress. The tube fits inside a regular mattress. During the night someone had cut through the mattress and pulled out the tube. I do not know why they just did not unzip the mattress top.

On the due date of our being out, it was Michael by himself finishing up the last minute details. The rest of us had run out of energy. The landlord showed up an hour early with the sheriff. What a *?!****. The sheriff walked through the house and said there was nothing left except what they could see in the kitchen. The sheriff suggested that the landlord give Michael and hour to finish us.

Grumbling, the landlord acquiesced and went to breakfast. By the time he came back, Michael was gone. Of course, on his way to where we were staying, he lost some of our belongings out the back due to the wind. Michael had been working 27 hours straight. We never did find any of the lost stuff.

Thank heavens, a friend opened her house to us and we were able to stay with her for a couple of months.

Thus concludes, the introduction of a life in flux.

Mz. Em

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Currently Reading:

"The Watchman" - Ian Rankman

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