Moving On!

Ever since Sunday’s argument, I’ve been loading my car with boxes and driving to Ozark, AL to store my treasures at my son’s while I waited to hear if I would be approved for an apartment.  It’s been tough not thinking and worrying about all this.  I haven’t lived alone since 1983; so you can understand why I keep trying to block all this from my mind.

Today I had another eye shot and the staff kept asking if I had a nice Thanksgiving (which I did not) and how was I doing… Answering these questions created quite a dilemma and once I was alone — waiting for the doctor and my shot — I kept telling myself:  clear your mind, but the dang tears kept trickling down my left cheek anyway.  (The right one was too gooey from all the preparations for anything to escape.)

We had to wait for the doctor, and the assistant kept checking to see when he’d be finished.  While she was gone more tears sneaked out from my left eye and washed my cheek.  I couldn’t wipe them away because I knew I’d mess with my right eye if I did; so I just kept telling myself to clear my mind.

The doctor finally entered and asked me how my Thanksgiving was and I couldn’t stop my tears.  I told him I was moving and would have to put my dog in the pound.  He asked how old my dog was (10 years), and tried to comfort me.  He gave me the shot and was concerned because he thought he’d hurt me when he saw me crying.  He’s so sweet.  The man even asked me if he could help, and I almost said:  Please take my dog. 

Now tomorrow it’s back to packing and moving boxes to Ozark, AL.  I’m still hoping for a Mr. Sammo miracle; so keep your fingers crossed.

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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4 Responses to Moving On!

    • sandrabranum says:

      Thanks. It’s hard to readjust to this new adventure, but I keep getting Cosmos messages via the radio; so it’ll be ok, and if you believe in the Mayan calendar — come Dec 21 — it won’t matter anyway!

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