I don’t really want them to paint. I want to unpack my things so I can begin to feel settled. I’m getting closer and closer to tears, and little things make my eyes water, ready for a full-blown cry. This is in no way what I expected. By the time I had been in my apartment in Hurricane for this long, the unpacking was mostly done, and I could actually invite people in. I can’t do that here. There is nothing but boxes stacked to the ceiling, and no place to sit or even eat. I don’t want to do this any more. I want a car so I can at least go get a haircut, or go to Walmart at 0600 if I need groceries. I don’t want to depend on crabby people and I want to get to church BEFORE the first meeting starts. I’m too old to be so stinkin’ unsettled for so long. It’s wearing thin and making me wish I had stayed where I was.
You could ask them not to paint.
I wish things could get sorted out for you more quickly!
Back from Harris Teeter, where we got the last ingredients for Tom’s cooking. We substituted Jarlsberg cheese for Gruyere, because it was about 1/3 the price.