Eredien's Journal

I need people to help me put my stuff in boxes this Sunday night, and Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday (all during the day), in preparation for my move back to Central NY. If you can help, please contact me via email at cphillips.sears@gmail.com. I would really appreciate the help, as I am bad at moving and it goes much better and faster with friends' hands to help.

So I am trying to ask for moving help loudly and often, and be clear about what I need.

Tomorrow evening, and during the day on Monday, Tuesday, and possibly part of Wednesday, I will be packing. I would really appreciate help:
a.) Putting objects into boxes
b.) Taping filled boxes shut
c.) Labelling boxes exhaustively with a sharpie.
d.) Moving boxes into a staging area on the first floor of the apartment

If you do volunteer to assist, I will try and have some water, etc., but I will not be emotionally, financially, or physically able to provide meals for you, and I will be concentrating on packing rather than on talking or socializing. Indeed, I want to pack quickly so I have more time for socializing.

Loading the truck will happen on Saturday. I would also appreciate help for that, but for me the large and overwhelming-feeling task is packing.

Please email me at cphillips.sears@gmail.com if you are able to help.
Thanks.

( Some background--why I'm scared of moving: )

I've had a hard time getting over all of that--there's been a lot--and now I'm moving again, back in with my family, to try and get financially back on my feet.

I'm less scared of moving than I was--I've done it too much, and gotten rid of a lot of my possessions because the memories associated with them meant too much or too little and weren't helping me move forward--but I would still like help.

Thanks. Please email cphillips.sears@gmail.com if you can help.

Yesterday I was coming home late and tired from my job, and at the top of the escalator at Porter there was a guy in his mid-20's, I guess, with a huge military-style olive green backpack, holding his cellphone and crying absolutely silently, so hard his body shook, with his head in his hands. Obviously he had just recieved some kind of bad news. I kept thinking about just, you know, doing the city thing and leaving, and then thought about being a small woman in a city approaching a strange, tall, and obviously upset man, and then found myself going over anyway and asking him if he was ok. He looked up at me and shook his head, and I said, "ok, well, I'm sorry. I hope you feel better soon," and then confused at myself, I walked away. I didn't know what else to do. Maybe I should have just left the poor guy alone. But he was crying in the train station! I've done that, and it sucks.

I don't even know why I felt the need to write up this thing. I just had to, though.

I am hereby naming my new apartment the Yeti Cave. It is really cold, and the only time I am warm is when I have something fuzzy in my lap.

It is currently 55 degrees inside. It has been been 55 degrees since the first of this month. We paid an exorbitant oil bill this month, and when going over it I kind of held my roommate's feet to the fire (ha) a little bit about the heat. I found out last night from that conversation that my landlord doesn't keep our security deposits in escrow, and won't fix the front porch, and begged with my roommate to give me the landlord's contact info so I could fucking get this fixed, and told him that we should really, really dock the landlord rent for the three days last month and the four days this month that we didn't have heat. :( He knows the part on the oil heater is broken, he's just too much of a lazy ass to fix it. This is pretty miserable.

I will fucking sue if this isn't fixed. I'm tired of paying all my money to live in places that flood weekly every spring, electrocute my roommates, or have no heat during a freak snowstorm, and it's still my job to spend my time and money fixing all that crap. I would rather be in a house where I could just fix it all myself, if I'm going to spend the time and money and energy anyway; I want to be able to paint the walls and fix the flaking ceiling here, but I can't.

Not a joke: the heat in my apartment is out again. I would complain to the landlord, only my roommate still hasn't given me the contact info. Of course this happens just as I'm starting to recover from the two-week mystery sickness. And 3 feet of snow get dumped on the ground. ...Can't I have nice things yet? At least Tokai has some nice heat pads.

In other news, does anyone have recommendations of doctors around Davis that take MassHealth? I am thinking about getting at least a second opinion for the upper respiratory/ear crap that has been plaguing me on and off for a solid year now.

Also, in another kind of health, does anyone I know want to do a tarot reading for me? I know that's a little weird, but it's something that I'd like to try. My usual methods of figuring out what's going on with my life and subconscious aren't working really well--or rather are telling me things I already know in an endless loop that it's doing me no good to think about on waking--and I think it might be useful to bring in a different set of symbols, and one less finely-honed to me. A trepanning, rather than a blood-type-matched transfusion. I've never really done tarot before, except once, and it didn't work too well; the person doing it had to switch from cards to stones. It might be a little...weird.

I will be getting rid of most of my books within the next two months or so. If there are any books of mine that you would like to have, please let me know by posting to this post. Eventually I will post a list here, and probably have a garage-sale kind of thing for the ones people don't claim here.