My LMS adventure

So I'm in the new place. Boxes everywhere. I'll be doing final touches cleaning the old place, and bringing the cat over here. Right now.... I've got a porch filled with boxes. Need to figure out how to arrange the bedroom... larger than the last, so I'm pulling my favorite pieces into it... I'm debating putting bookcases in the bedroom... They get dusty, and I don't think about dusting them until I move. Maybe set up a monthly reminder? A lot of dust was behind the books... Do you remove the books to dust? or just dust what you see? I currently have bronchitis... maybe from all the dust being stirred up. When handling one piece of furniture, I saw dust on a small ledge at the back of a drawer... Realized that dust could be from before I was born. Seems dramatic? This is a buffet (that's what it's been called in the family...) that was given to my family when I was born... so Mom would have a place to put my baby clothes. It wasn't really appro

My life is again changing completely. After the last PET scan said I was clear, I got a notice from my management company. I'm moving. Here's part of the financial challenges of single women. I don't have a second income. It's all me. That's why I chose my insurance the way I did. I've got short term disability (haven't been able to make them pay yet.. but I've got it..) I've liquidated assets. I can't borrow money (to buy a place) or rent an apartment (no income, no track record with disability) Moving is also expensive. I need a truck. I can't lift heavy boxes. Fortunately, I can pack my own boxes.. and I have friends who have given my boxes. Slowly, the condo is becoming filled with boxes. By tonight, I want everything packed, except clothing for tomorrow. That means I can start cleaning.. and be ready for the truck... As I clean, I'm finding lots of memories, and dust. The memories are making me cry, the dust is m