Oh! My Aching Back...wash.

The previous post dealt partly in a sudden affliction to my lumber region. A severe tightening of some muscles around some big nerves that made me scream for my mama, and made useless my legs. Annette, my mother, has been with the baby Jesus for these past three years now, she did not hear my cries, but the neighbors clearly did. I am now, just shy of two weeks post spasm, vertical, and cane free. I am not however, pain free. Therein, lies the rub...

The other part of the post mentioned moving. Dear Lord, did I say moving again? The amount of absolute chaos that arises due to uprooting material planted over a twenty-plus year span, while trying to market the property that the uprooting just carpet bombed, is quite challenging.

The realtor would like to "Stage" our home before the "Open House". That means, clean EVERYTHING. I mean everything. Windows, floors, screens, new paint, clear closets, mulch garden beds, trim shrubbery, edge and mow the lawn, clear unwanted items inside and out, remove personal pictures and anything that might indicate someone was actually living in the structure. Did I mention to him, I HAVE A BAD BACK!

We have an active, accepted bid on the new property, and after the inspections at that abode, we have had to go back to the owner and beseech an adjustment. Window issues, and a possible new roof...cha-ching. My aching back is telling me to calm down, or I might have a more serious problem, like a nervous breakdown, or full-blown insanity. Did I mention the new place has an in-ground pool? Another task, backwash the pool filter...does that require bending at waist? I have a bad back you know.

I had really just started to pack up my shop when the ICBM hit my L4 vertebrae. The PODS module is due tomorrow morning. After placement, and leveling, I can begin to actually move boxes outward into something, rather than inward and down into the basement. Every time I took a box down there, I said to my feeble inner self; "This is stupid, this stuff is moving OUT of this house, I'm going to have to pick this damn thing up at least two more times." I HAVE A BAD BACK.

As the chaos proceeds, I will continue to post progress. I know you are just sitting on the edge of your driver seat, foot to the floor, waiting for the next bridge abutment to steer into. Trust me, it will get more interesting in the next two months, back off the accelerator flyboy...

Be well, and do the right thing.

Gaff