It’s Not Where You Start It’s Where You Finish is not only the title of a great song it perfectly describes my life now.
It has been a crazy week. Getting ready to move has many of its problems, but throw in a holiday and a Covid scare and you get quite the mess.
Last weekend I got a call from someone I had been hanging out with the previous Saturday that they had tested positive for Covid. It would be a far stretch that I would have caught it from this person but the possibility was there so I went and bought a home Covid test.
Have you done a home test for Covid? My understanding is that the home test for negatives ranges in the accuracy of the high 90s. It seems they are less accurate for positive results. The procedure for self-testing is a little hard. There is a card that has to remain flat on the table the whole time. Then you put 6 drops of reagent in a hole in the card. Then with a long cotton swab, you swab out both your nostrils for 15 seconds each. Then you slip the swab into a lower hole pushing it into the hole that has the reagent. You then close the card and seal it and wait 15 minutes. If a line appears in the lower half of the window of the card you are positive. If it remains clear you are negative. That’s it. The kit comes with two tests. I did them both and both came back negative. YEA!
Because Thanksgiving came less than ten days from my exposure it was prudent to stay home for the holiday. There is no point in risking other people’s health until you are sure you’re not carrying. At ten days out I took the second test and confirmed being clean. Yea for modern science.
I don’t recommend spending Thanksgiving alone. I wasn’t all alone, my housemate and I had breakfast together and I tried to make it festive. We had fried eggs, Taylor Pork Roll, Buttered Toast, and Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls. It was nice. I wouldn’t see my housemate for dinner as she was working. It was the last holiday we will spend together as housemates as my move has arrived. I ordered Thanksgiving Dinner from a local diner and enjoyed it. It’s not the same eating by yourself but the tastes were there and I had memories of Thanksgiving’s past and there will be more to come.
Friday it was time to organize as much as I could. I have two rooms in the house that I live in now, an office and a bedroom. I can cram a lot in a small space and it all had to be packed. Statues and pictures and toys and ceramics and all other kinds of stuff went into box after box.
Cleaning out the two closets were particularly interesting as I found stuff I thought I had lost buried under piles of other things. Looking back it became a bit of a treasure hunt as both closets contained some wonderful items long-buried but now coming back into play. I was Indiana Jones in my own house.
Right now the living room is filled with packed boxes waiting for Saturday when the movers come. But that’s not all.
On Friday the movers will come and finish my packing. Because of my disability what I could do the last time I moved I cannot do now. My legs are in pain a lot and so are my feet. I have an extensive library and the last time I moved I brought all the books and all the shelves over to the house myself. I can’t do that now. It’s just not possible, so the movers will come on Friday and pack the books up and my clothes, another item I moved in the past, and my large electronic devices. They will be in charge of safely packing my stuff and then moving it the next day.
One of the things that this move has forced me to realize is my limitations. I’m heading for 61 years old and my body doesn’t work like it used to. Some things need to be changed, things that are in my power, and I intend to make those changes. Still, there are other things that I have no control over like severe arthritis in my knees and feet and the neuropathy in my legs. These are things whose influence will lesson as I take off weight but they will still be a part of me. The pain will lessen but will not go away completely. If I can get enough weight off my knees will be replaced and that will make some difference in my life.
I think the thing to keep in mind here is not that I have all these issues but that all the obstacles the issues have presented can be overcome. With the help of family and friends, a very difficult move is made so much easier. My niece and her husband were a tremendous help. Yesterday my housemate, Lorraine, helped me clear out the bedroom closet. My legs being what they are I could not have done it without her help. My cousin John has come over every Tuesday and carted stuff over to the apartment for the last three weeks and is happy to help more if I need it. My friends Rob and Gary have supplied boxes and support and Rob will be my wingman on Friday watching the guys as they pack and making sure the boxes are labeled correctly. My sisters have also been a big help. Even from Tennessee my sister Susan and her husband Kirk have given me encouragement and solid advice. My sister Trish has helped with all the financial details and the stuff I didn’t know anything about as I never signed a lease before. My friend Manny has always been there for me for more than forty years. Though we are separated by miles he has been my greatest encouragement. A true Barnabus. A name meaning “Son of encouragement” Lastly, my friend Bill has given me his whole Saturday to help me unpack and settle in. I’m very grateful to those I’ve mentioned as well as those I haven’t.
Moving is a great adventure and as the song says, it’s not where you start it’s where you finish and I’m going to finish on top.