Moving and the Subconscious Mind

Yea, so we, by that, I mean my friend and I, decided to move to the burbs to be closer to her grand kids, my "nephews". The long story is, we have been friends for about 25 years, used to be roomates until the last move when we got separate apartments in HUD housing for disabled and elderly. Separate apartments are great because she gets to be the minimalist she loves to be and I get to have all my art supplies and other stuff all around me. How we ever managed to live together for so many years is beyond me. She loves to help people, I love to be by myself. She has a car and would never be without one. I owned one car that got squished by a semi and none since. They are so expensive to upkeep. I have always used public transport or walked or borrowed a car when needed. We have been through surgeries and heart attacks together. Anyway, we decided to get into housing out in the town where her daughter lives to be closer to the grand babies and since neither of us is great at night driving any more we will get to spend more time with them. The apartments are slightly smaller but have either a balcony or a patio. The place we live in now wants to go no smoking, because apparently it offends some nonsmokers to have people smoke in the privacy of their own home. Carole quit smoking after her heart attacks and I still smoke. Anyway, if all housing goes nonsmoking at least I will be able to just go out on my balcony to smoke. Here, I'd have to take an elevator to go downstairs and go outside.
 Anyway, last month, I was helping my friend unload her groceries and dropped a box of cat litter on my foot. The point of the box hit me in the ball area of the foot but luckily between the bones. I did think it broke because I heard a loud crack, but everything seemed ok and it is now all better. So, we finished packing my apartment and went to get our stuff from storage last night so everything would be in one place when we moved. I was helping move a steamer trunk onto a dolly. I stepped up and back onto the curb. I could already see it in my mind more like one of those out of body experiences. It was going to happen. The fall! I stepped on the back of my boot and I swear in slow mo fell on my bum and dropped the box on my foot. Also not broken, thankfully. It has 3 weeks to heal before the move. I am thankful that I didn't fall on my tailbone. I did that in JR. High gymnastics. There I sat gasping for breath on the gym floor with tears coming out of my eyes and the teacher said "get up and do it again". The first words out of my mouth were F---k You! And to the office I went. No one bothered to ask if I had hurt myself or take me to a Dr. Nope. No sissy shit for you. So I spent the next few years unable to sit still in a seat because of the pain. I never did find out if it was broken or fractured. About 10 years later I had xrays and the doctor told me I had a deformed tail bone. So I am assuming I was still young enough that it was fractured and healed crooked. Anyway, back to my fall, honestly, I didn't even know it was possible to fall on your anus. Not my big bubble butt. No, those suckers took off and left my poor anus to take the brunt of the concrete. It felt like a painful fart going in the wrong direction. I am just thankful it wasn't my tail bone, cause, I like to sit. It is what I do best these days. Of course then I realized that I had dropped the steamer trunk on my foot. Right now, it just feels swollen and stiff and making all kinds of pretty colors. Either I have a very high pain threshold or it is going to be really bad when the swelling goes down.

I swear, If I move again, it will be to a tiny house with a trailer hitch, with all my crap stuffed in it,. I am seriously to old and feeble to do this any more and I have to much crap. Maybe one of those bus campers. Definitely a bus camper. I shouldn't be allowed on stairs. 

Broken computers!

My computer died recently, so I took it to my friend to help with it and she got it working temporarily. I was able to get a few things done and then splat! It died for real. She called the fix it guy in our building to work on it for me because he installed the hard drive less than a year ago. I also had her work on my laptop because it wouldn't connect. Meanwhile I have been on my CHEEP and nearly worthless tablet. I have such a headache from waiting for pages to load. Oddly, You tube videos work well on it, but reading my email is a massive PIA. You click on something to go to another page and if you try to go back to the email it goes to the opening page. Then you have to open your email again and try to find the post you were reading. It also will have emails on it that were deleted from my email on my PC. So I have to delete them all again. So after many hours I have a massive headache and have done very little. Ok, so yaaaaay! I got my laptop back and tried to watch a video. Everything is fine except it has no sound. I check and when it was reinstalled it didn't get the program for sound but it makes sounds for turning on and off and all the alarm sounds but no sound for videos. I take it back up to her to figure it out and go back to the evil tablet. At least I got a journal page done while waiting on things to load. Well, at least I got my laptop back last night after running back and forth with computers all day for 2 days. Thankfully we have an elevator in this building! Sadly she loaded Firefox on my tablet instead of Google Chrome. I like Chrome. I like where my bookmarks are. I like the way my email looks and works. I also had to spend several hours deleting and reloading my antivirus software from Cox, because for some reason it got disconnected. So, for now I am on again and feeling better.
I remember not long ago, I didn't even own a computer. My friend took me to the library and I learned how to use their computers. I was so excited. I was working with polymer clay back then and must have printed out a books worth of polymer clay ideas. I think I still have those pages squirreled away somewhere. Then my friend and roommate got a home computer and I could check out how to's on anything my heart desired. Now, I can't bear a day without my computer. I am not a cell phone person. I just have an old flip phone that I rarely turn on, but I am on my computer daily. Checking my email and watching videos and signing petitions for good causes and reading to much about politics. Things have changed so much in these last few years.