Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
It is a hot summer late afternoon -- Thursday, July 29th, 2009 around 4PM. I had taken a couple days off from my new job for the purpose of moving -- when I lost my job and took a new one, I had taken a substantial cut in pay and had to downsize the apartment. Mind you, I was in a three bedroom place because I had originally had my mother moved in with me, and every room was full, so there had been a lot of downsizing.... I had already gotten rid of a couple thousand books, taken things to Goodwill and given away boxes of crafts. I gave away Grandmom Riley's dining room set and my childhood bed and nightstand. The guy from FIOS had just left and my new apartment was cabled at last. I get a phone call from the movers, asking if they could come today rather than tomorrow to move me because it is such an easy move -- only a one-bedroom apartment and some boxes to go from the 19th floor to the 20th floor using an elevator....
They were not happy campers. Apparently my "some boxes" were far more than they expected. I had carefully made arrangements as to where the boxes were to go for storage in the second bedroom, but the guys were exhausted by 10PM and they started stacking the boxes in the middle of the room just to get it over with. I had three more days of emptying closets myself ahead of me and firmly closed the door of the room, thinking I would get to it later....
I was very ill from an untreated MRSA infection that had been ravaging my body for seven months. My daughter finally realized that the doctor I was going to was not recognizing the problem and switched physcians, making sure that I started getting care in September. My mother had to downsize from an apartment to a room in the assisted living home and more boxes arrived in early November. Then the holidays came....
I had boxes sitting in the dining room, in the living room and in the bedroom that had to be unpacked, but everytime I tried, I had no place to put anything in this smaller apartment.... Things just sat. And sat. And sat.
Recently I finally managed to get all of the boxes that were sitting out put away! Flush from a successful office relocation, I decided to tackle the second bedroom that I had derisively labeld the "disaster area" and opened the door....
What is in here? Clothing that I haven't worn in two years -- souvenir Tshirts and sweatshirts and things that are two small for me. Huge boxes of shoes and boots -- western and dress -- that I can't wear anymore because my feet are so swollen and misshapen now. My mother's things and I have no idea what is in those boxes. Knicknacks that used to be on my bookshelves. Pillows. Old office records. A six-foot Christmas tree and several boxes of decorations. My stuff pig collection. Boxes of pictures.
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