The next couple of weeks are to be all about packing, to move on the 18th. I really have little to pack, so that's good.
One thing I need not pack is my trusty credit card. Sunday morning the first message that greeted me wanted to know if I made a certain purchase. "Yes" and you're good to go; "No" and your credit card is suspended. You guessed the answer. A new card will be in your hands in five days.
In the meantime, I must reserve a moving truck and give them a down payment. It's the same company that moved me the last couple of times, and Tammy said "That's OK; you're truck is reserved.
I need groceries by Friday, or I will be eating at my sister's. I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I always put that on my debit card, which could bottom out now. And worst of all, I have to refill my $300 script and that always goes on the credit card! I could wish the damn little thief would rot in hell, but we know that will never happen.
Tuesday I went to the orthopedic place to be fitted for the foot brace that will lift my toe. I like Laura, the orthidic specialist. I was her last patient of the day, and she was completely willing to review all my options with me. In short, my lack of exercise has caught up with me; I need to develop stronger legs and hips to effectively use the brace. So, I will.
I may even spring for a bathing suit (on the new credit card) and use the pool at The Atrium. Or not. Here I am waiting for Laura to sort out the braces.
In the meantime, I've begun packing. The studio will be the worst, but the thread is done. Here is a little yellow flower I found in the drive. Yellow is happy.