2024-06-17 — D Minus 5

It’s funny… This whole moving thing.

I’m moving away from a place but I never intended to move two in the first place, and yet it turned out to be the place that I’ve lived longer than any other place in my life.

Life’s little surprises.

I’m in a lot of pain right now. My back is just killing me. I don’t mean because my back itself hurts, though it does, but because of the nerve issues– pudendal, sciatic, and whatever other nerves cause my hips knees and ankles to hurt.

I think it’s pretty much every nerve Branch that starts in my lumbar and goes south.

Couldn’t get myself moving to be useful until like 1:00, or something like that. Then I got out And cleaned up the part of the yard that people needed access to to help move.

Then I grabbed one of my mini excavators and dragged a log, what used to be one of the main limbs of a tree, and dragged it over to the pond burn pile.

Then I parked the mini excavator down at the greenhouse In the far lower part of the property, then walked up to my truck, and drove my truck back over to the house, loading up all the branches that I had cut off that main limb/trunk in the back of my truck.

Piled super high, on top of the cab a bit, and spilling over the sides.

Gratefully, none fell out. 🎉

Then I spent the next 2 or 3 hours mowing our crazy tall lawn. I’d like to leave it looking nice for Jenna and Zack when they move in.

At 6:00, lots of people came over to help in the first major moving day. Very grateful for all the people who helped. Many hands. Much lighter work.

My back hates me. 😅

I also think I might have figured out why my gums are receding. I’ve got exposed roots on the majority of my teeth, and so that makes everything super sensitive. I finally learned that apparently I’m flossing too much and too hard.

At least that’s my guess. I did some learning about it, and apparently, you’re only supposed to floss once a day, and you’ve got to be careful to not put pressure on your gums. Well, my floss every time I eat because I’m paranoid of getting cavities because I’m paranoid of ending up with the need for root canals and what not.

Oops.

I feel like I screw just about everything up… and learn everything too late.

After helping to load stuff up, taking shelves to the storage unit for my mom and other stuff to the place she and Thomas will be living in, I came back and finished mowing the lawn–which was crazy tall because it hadn’t been mowed in weeks (we got so much rain that it didn’t grow almost at all for like 10 days, and then it stopped raining, and the grass shot up, but I’ve been… mostly checked out.

Anyway, got that done, the last of it in the dark, ate some food my mom left for me (thanks, mom), did a little JustAnswer work–very little–and only a very little bit. I was way ahead of last month’s record, but now, not so much. 🙃

Just not doing well in the head.

Better at this very moment than I’ve been, but it’s been really really really rough lately.

Gratitude. I’m supposed to be doing gratitude.

• I’m grateful to have gotten some things done today outside my room.
• I’m grateful that my back issues haven’t been as painful on the rest of me today as they’ve been lately.
• I’m grateful for Rover. It’s been a fabulous moving van for us, several times.
• I’m grateful that, however it looks, the moving out of the house part of this current saga is almost done.
• I’m grateful to actually have gotten posts written relatively on time lately.

That’s good for now.

G’night, folks.

Lift the world.

~ stephen