Mostly. Awana came over early this morning and we loaded her van and my car To The Top three times. Two trips to storage and one back to Towanda and we are as done as we are able to be.
I checked my e-mail at 9:3o and saw this –
Lookin’ all over for a note….(searching, searching,searching….) Nope no notes. You must be busy.
Headin’ back today.
Fuck! It was time-stamped an hour earlier. I froze in panic! I had really planned to have today and tomorrow, too. I needed to be at work by Noon and Awana’s curfew is also Noon (she works nights and has to sleep) so we kicked it into high gear.
Bless Awana, for she kept her cool and didn’t allow me to spiral into immobility. She joked and teased and said she felt “so subversive” with this secret mission 🙂
We weren’t able to take any furniture, but the fiddles, yarn, fiber and fabric stashes, my clothes and shoes (most important!) and computer/TV equipment are all safe in storage or inside Towanda. Well, except for the ton of stuff still in Awana’s van – she is a saint for allowing me to use her van as mobile storage until tomorrow.
M called my cell phone as we were tuning onto the highway for the last trip at 11:24. He didn’t “know if you’ll get this…” (my cell phone does not always ring in the shop) but he wanted to know if I’d taken the dog and if he should stop by here to take her out of my car on his way through town, but I will probably be home before him…Well, he’ll be here in 5 hours… Fuck, right?
I called The Boss and told him I would be late, and now this! The Boss has commitments today, so I can’t ask him to stay at the shop so I can cower in my new space, so here I sit, not knowing if M is going to stop here or not.
I left a note that went something like this:
Sorry to do it this way, but I feel I have no choice. I don’t want to see or talk to you right now. I will be back with a truck for the rest on Thursday. Please e-mail what time will be good. I would prefer you weren’t here. I’d appreciate it if you feed the rabbits – I will pick them up on Thursday.
If he stops at the shop first, he won’t see the note and leave me the fuck alone. Should I act “normal” if he does? My car is locked so he can’t take the dog without breaking a window, but if he looks inside he will see bedding and clothes in the back.
Kinda dreading what comes next, but so tired that I almost don’t care, ya know?