Hi
You don't know me but I am about to become one of you. So to speak.
We are moving. If you want some history, read this. My mom passed a couple of months ago (please don't feel sorry for me, she was a bully and now she's gone and my life is so much better now, even my brother is much easier to deal with) and my dad, my 93 year old dad, believe it or not, said he wanted to move to California
Well, he said he wanted to take a long train ride but he didn't have anywhere in particular he wanted to go. I suggested California, I suggested that we get off the train and stay. He thought about it for awhile. I thought he'd forgotten about it. And then sitting on the couch, apropos of nothing, he announced that he wanted to move to California.
I crunched the numbers and I think we can afford it if we live in the East Bay (where I lived for 20 years so I know more or less what I'm doing). I have to get him out of this house anyway because the stairs are really hurting his arthritis and the house is just too full of memories for him. My mom died 1 day before their 68th weeding anniversary and he's still choked up about it. He's trying to pull himself together but this house is just too much for him. I looked into moving elsewhere in the area (that would be the Washington DC Area) but I think I can find a better deal in the East Bay. Once we get there.
And getting my brother away from that idiot therapist of his would be nice. I think her specialty is sympathy. Which is fine except when you're dealing with someone who is delusional, then she's just a paid enabler. That may be a bit harsh but really, what do you call a therapist who acts like she's never heard of cognitive behavioral therapy? She wouldn't even brainstorm about how best to deal on a daily basis with a deeply delusional person who also has asperger's because she "doesn't do family therapy" so I was left to figure out Charles on my own. Like that makes sense? Like that's good for Charles? Or me? So, yes I'm thrilled to get my brother away from her.
My dad, as I've said, wants to take the train. Which is fine. But Amtrak doesn't allow pooties on board. Which is also fine because I think I have a place lined up that will transport our beloved Sophie
and take good care of her for the long trip across the country but I need an address for her on the left coast. She's a great pootie. She loves to have her belly rubbed and her incredible fur combed. She doesn't like to other pooties though. But she's extremely well trained. I got her from a shelter as a foster so I can't take any credit for her good manners.
My friends are all allergic so I can't ask them to taker her in for a few days, so I'm asking you folks. I'm a lurker mostly though I've posted a few diaries. I started reading the dkos a very long time ago. For an embarrassing along time I thought dkos was just the blog roll. When I finally discovered the diaries on the right side, and that if I registered, I could add my own comments, it was too late. I'm a lurker.
But I'm a loyal lurker with a wonderful pootie who would like to sleep in your armpit for a few nights. Well, the pootie would. If that's ok.
She can probably stay at the bed and breakfast next to the Abbey Pet hospital if she has to, but she would be so much happier in a real home. And she could bring you happiness, or at least fur, animate fur, and maybe a mouse or two.
We're looking to move in mid June. So if you can help out, please let us know. My cell is five one oh six eight four nine for won won.
Thanks for reading my diary.
Thanks for not getting all 'tudinal at me about it.
And now everyone can return to the deeply political and uber meta
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