But . . . But . . . You said you didn't bring mattress's and had to go buy some. Did that happen?Busy day. Furniture and household goods arrived. Might not be sleeping on cots tonight.
EDIT: My internet connection is problematic right now. This was written yesterday.
Didn't say we'd be sleeping on a mattress. Box springs and a memory foam mattress topper. Ordered a foam mattress over the internet; supposed to arrive Monday or Tuesday of next week.But . . . But . . . You said you didn't bring mattress's and had to go buy some. Did that happen?
Try it when you have an enormous barn that looks positively empty to your relatives. I have at least 5 families worth of stuff in my barn.Marie and I have become the end-recipients of a lot of inherited stuff. Thankfully, most of it has no emotional "hooks" in it for us, so passing it along to Salvation Army causes us little stress. Still, WE HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF. I need to say "NO" to family members that bring things over to us (for some reason....) because they can't bear to sell it or take it to Salvation Army themselves. Emotional hooks, and I guess mine are barbless.
Moving soon, methinks. No firm info on "where" yet, but Marie is sending out her nursing school apps and transcripts today.
Not anytime soon, at least. Medical care access has to be our #1 priority, and I don't like the shifty answers I get from our insurers and their brokers concerning the out-of-state coverage. We got a look-see at those gaps when we lived in Ridgecrest from 2008-2014. Big PITA. Likeliest scenario is a move to a gun-friendlier part of CA, like Indio/Palm Desert. The Los Angeles/Hollywood funk only shows up on weekends from Jan-Apr, then the heat runs them off.Great news if there is a state line involved. There is a state line being crossed right?