Oh Well

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Everything is still awful. People are now, I think, afraid to talk to me lest the bad luck and dark clouds fall on them as well. I don't blame them a bit. I wouldn't talk to me either if I could possibly avoid it. There's no word on the house and I've slowly, over the weekend, come to the terrible realization that, yeah, it's fallen through and I'm not ever going to live there. The water's already turned on and the power's on - I need to get them turned off, I guess. I wonder if I'll get my water deposit back? Probably not. I really, really want to sue someone for all this since I'm now in the hole to the tune of about $4000 and believe me, I'm going to find someone to sue. This is some serious bullshit, right here. Bad and serious bullshit.

That's really the least of my worries, though. The main part of my worries revolve around the fact that in one month, I will have nowhere to live and thus, neither will my aunt or my son or my two dogs or my cat. Or my plants, for gods' sake. Homeless plants. It's all so staggering that I can barely take it in, so I canceled my work leave and came back in full time. I mean, why not? It's not like I'm moving right now. I'm just sitting still, planning to call Charter and see if I can get the cable turnoff notice turned off.

Saturday night I ended up staying out at my mother's house with the QOB so A could take a break. Then yesterday, I took the QOB up to Bat Cave to hang out for a couple of hours with A & D & R. It was a lovely afternoon and on the way up there we stopped the car on 74 to let a mom wild turkey and her two baby turkeys cross the road, which was awesome. Much needed rest and recreation.

However, last night all hell broke loose at my mom's, when A heard a huge popping noise and then every alarm in the house, from smoke to carbon dioxide to that I've fallen and can't get up buzzer went off. It turns out that the sound of smoke alarms or other alarms does not alert the QOB at all to get, well, alarmed. She doesn't understand them. This is not good news. Anyway, security duly came down to say that they didn't know what was going on. Therefore, I think we might have been busted for having people living there, which we are not, I suspect, strictly supposed to be doing. Worse, though, is the fact that none of us can stand being there anymore and so we've decided to put all that stuff in storage and temporarily move the QOB in with me for the next month while we desperately search for alternate housing. This means that young M, who, by the way, managed to get himself suspended from school probably because his mother is cursed, doomed and darkness incarnate or just because we all needed the extra stress right now, is going to have to move in with his sister for the time being, since I'll have to make his room over for the QOB.

On the bright side, I've lost ten pounds. Yay, me.