Letter Seven: MIA

I know, I know. I've been severely lacking in the blog department. But I have a REALLY good excuse. No, really, it is.

The last few months we've been trying to finalize the sale of our old house to my dad's brother. That was a mistake in and of itself, but honestly, the problems in my dad's family could fill up a blog of their own, so we'll just leave it at that. We finally got all of the paperwork done, money changed hands, and things were pretty good financially for a few weeks. My uncle was pushing for us to get everything moved out, even though my father is a kidney transplant patient and my mom is handicapped, and we couldn't find anyone to help us move.

Well, we finally got everything out of the house itself, the only problem is it's all sitting in the garage, one of those PODS units, and a horse trailer (yes, a horse trailer) in our backyard. I feel like I'm living on an episode of Hoarders. We are ever-so-slowly moving things out of the house, so the cluttered, claustrophobic feeling is receding a bit, but the outside is still a mess. I walked out in the yard one afternoon and literally ducked and ran to my car so people wouldn't associate me with the hoarder house. Now I'm waiting on some help to get the living room and bedroom furniture out (we live in my grandma's house; everything here is hers, and even though she died two years ago, we've been living in limbo) and OUR furniture moved in so I can start decorating for Christmas.

So no, dear readers (do I even HAVE any readers?), I have not deserted you. I've simply been ridiculously busy.

Oh, and I had a promising job interview two weeks ago, and should know by this Monday or Tuesday if I got the job. Fingers crossed. I need a freaking paycheck like yesterday.