Polarizing

We haven't really spoken to each other in a couple of days. There just isn't really anything to say. Not even goodbye or goodnight. Just a waiting game, now, until Oct 1.

I spent some of the Labor Day weekend gathering things from the basement, consolidating storage containers, washing the extra set of dishes, laundering a couple of old comforters that I had forgotten about... Started a "staging area" in the spare room, for boxes that I will be packing. I figure I'll use an hour or so each evening to pack & organize over the next 3 weeks.

Last Friday, I started working on some of the financial preparation. I opened a brand new account, and met with the loan officer. (Rene is no longer there.) We talked about untangling various loans and the credit card, and I'll find out more over the next few days.

Today I am going to submit some paperwork to Peter, like change of address, direct deposit form, and vacation request for moving day.

I told Mom about all this over the weekend, too. She was shocked, but then supportive. I told her upfront, without being rude, that what I want above all else, from everyone, is to not have opinions or suggestions pushed at me. I do not want other people's extra stuff, and I do not want to discuss the details. I just want to get this over and done, and move forward. And I want to slowly collect my own treasures and furniture. This is all very important to me, and it is the one thing I am asking. Soon I will break the news to the rest of the family.

Lastly, I confirmed over the weekend that Logan has lost the majority of his eyesight. He bumped into Chip and Trin while he was moving around in his room. I am certain that he has discomfort every day, but he is not yet suffering. However, now that he is virtually blind, and well on his way to becoming disabled, I will be making another great decision very soon. I am deeply concerned that a strange new environment will be terrifying for him. What if he is unable to make the adjustment? It is now crossing my mind that when the time comes to move him into my little farmhouse, maybe I should just bring him to the vet instead, to be put to sleep. I will make a final evaluation when the time comes, but I am trying to loosely plan for what lies ahead.


This is the rose I'd like to plant for him, when the time comes.