Right now I’m sitting at the DMV, patiently waiting for my turn with a human being. We sold the little white car this weekend on eBay, and the guy came to pick it up. So I went to go get the title out of the file for him, and of course, it wasn’t there. So now I’ll wait on line to get an expedited title so that I can sign it and overnight it to him.
I’m glad it sold, and I’m glad it’s going to someone who was so very obviously happy to get it.
We had to go out to dinner last night with Eric’s now-former boss and co-worker and their wives. Let’s just say I’m glad that’s over. It was awkward to the extreme, but at least the drinks were good. I drank cosmopolitans, and Eric had Glen Morangie. Good stuff, that single malt scotch.
I’m depressed about Eric leaving tomorrow. Mostly because I will miss him, but also because I feel sorry for myself and how much work I have to do in the next few weeks. And there’s still homework and dinner and laundry and yardwork. Yup, downright depressing when you think about it. So I won’t. Yeah, right.
I am thinking that I may try to tackle things one room at a time. I may start with an easy room, like the kid’s bathroom. If I can just get one room done a night, maybe it won’t be so bad. I have to go through and downsize again, because no matter what, we won’t have enough space. I need to talk to Eric about getting rid of some things like the crib we used for the kid’s. He’s attached to it because it was the crib his mom used for the twins. But it’s not a “modern” crib, and it’s not in pristine condition. It’s still fine, but to me, it’s not something that would be a treasured family heirloom. I think I’ll call Eric’s sister and see what she thinks. If she wants it, I’ll find a place for it. If not, that crib is out of here.
OK. Time to get a title
