Deflection

Seventy-nine degrees and partly cloudy!!! There is something wrong, since this summer is with ninety-five degrees and ninety-five percent humanity.

People have been telling me that they miss my Journal Entries, but I have just come off of what I would consider the worst experience of my life. Therefore, I have not had a chance to write.

With the price of building materials more than doubling in price, I put building my new house on hold about nine months ago. Meanwhile, my mothers dementia has become a concern. Although we have caregivers coming in for her needs, it has been up to my sister and her family to give her the family support that she needs, and my two brothers are not giving much help, although one of my brothers in doing a good job with her finances. So, I made the decision to move in with my mother. This means that I would sell my house in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and the horror story begins.

With the current economic situation, I was concern with selling my house before a major recession. So, I was pushing to have the house sold, but there was a lot of stuff in my house. I stated that I would need thirty days to move out of the house when it was listed. So, when I go an exceptable listing, it was for thirty days, but there was 48 hours of waiting time on a previous offer. Therefore, I lost two days of working on move out of my house that I did not notice at the time I signed the offer. I then contracted pneumonia, with the doctor stating that I needed to take a couple of days off of my moving experience, and my pick up truck was in the shop for 8 days, with no movement of stuff out of the house. I then contacted the real state personnel and asked for an extra week, and the answer came back as absolutely not. Now, if we add in there the Fourth-of-July, a family high school graduation, and a family wedding, it comes out that I only has twenty days instead of the thirty days requested. From a mental and physical stand point, this has been the worst thing to ever happen to me. I can now tighten my belt by two and some times three holes since this whole mess stated. There were times when I was working so hard in the heat that I was stopping sweeting. As cold as these people are, I feel that they would have rejoiced if I can down with heat stress of heat stoke. They are just so cold.

I cannot believe it, there was no mercy. Just cold and uncaring force being forced on to be. Even before I listed the house, I had started going through my stuff. At first, I started sorting through my stuff, but with the cold deadline, I had to finish up. On one day, I took 1,300 pounds of stuff to the landfill, but if I include two more trips that I took to the landfill, I must have taken over a ton stuff. I took eight big boxes of cloths and a pickup load of computers and computer stuff to the Goodwill. The sad part is that I should have taken more stuff to the land fill, but I had to haul it out instead of sorting through it. To make things more interesting, my nephew and family has moved back to Whitewater from Texas. Since they have no furniture, I have hauled furniture back to Whitewater that I could have had the Salvation Army pick up at my old house. To give the furniture to my nephew and family seems like the right thing to do. So much to do and there was no time to do it in.

I was able to hire two high school boys for two days to help me load the trailer that I have borrowed from my brother Ross. On July 6, I had three friend from Ames come and help my pack. I also had a friend from Cedar Rapids come and help me load the trailer on two different occations. For these friends, they are Christians and their help meant so much to me. Friends that have gone above and beyond what was needed to help me move on time. Here is Whitewater, my brother-in-law and nephew has helped my unload the trailer.

On Saturday, I brought the last load back from Cedar Rapids, I have been totally exhausted, and I have not felt like writing. Later yesterday, with the help of my brother-in-law and nephew, we unloaded the trailer. So I am exhausted again, with sore muscles. I have a message scheduled for early tomorrow evening hoping to get these muscles to relax. The muscles on both sided of my thighs are so tight. Friday night, I am leaving with my nephew to get the last load of furniture and my 1989 Trans Am. I cannot wait to get this move over.

There has been too much to worry about over the past few weeks. Every time I looked at what needed to be pack, it made me feel sick like I was not going to make it. Would the people that I was depending on make it onetime? What would happen if I did not make it on time? What about the condition that I was going to leave the house in? (With their cold attitude, I gave up on the condition of the house.) It will take a few days to got my mental health back into shape. And, with my mom’s dementia, it is going to be hard to relax.

I was informed that the new owner was moving out of her house based on an upcoming divorce. Unfortunately, it becomes obvious that her getting out of her house was so much more important that my health. How sad…

Roger