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here we go!
Mar. 5th, 2019 06:29 amI've got two weeks, six work days to go, and then I shift up north. I've got my NCLEX on March 22, and I'm going to head north on Saturday, March 23.
Mike and the boys are going with me, and then Mike will come back down here. The boys and I are going to live with Carl and his family until they close on their house and move, and once I get my house in order, we're going to move up Chris and the guys, Wolf and Tone. Luke will stay with me.
We have another stray here at the Lansing house, named Steve. I still get a little boggled at stray people, but this guy is pretty harmless. Tone was seeing a woman named Melissa, and when we had that really bad cold snap in December, she asked if her cousin Steve could come stay with us for a bit. Tone and Melissa stopped seeing each other, but Steve stayed. He putters around the house, does dishes and vacuums once in a while, and drinks a lot of coffee. He's a decent enough guy, getting his life together after dropping off the edge and hanging out in space for a bit. He's going to stay here after we leave and watch the cats and make sure nobody breaks the windows and all.
(Pause while I get the kids to school and have an interesting conversation with Steve about his family and origins; I'm also boggled when people have lost all of their identification. Do you know how hard it is if you have nothing to prove who you are? It's damn hard.)
Mike is mourning us going and is snappish and sad. I am sad for him and for us. But, well, he doesn't want to come and I don't want to stay. I understand his decision and he understands mine, and we are good with each other for now.
Mike and the boys are going with me, and then Mike will come back down here. The boys and I are going to live with Carl and his family until they close on their house and move, and once I get my house in order, we're going to move up Chris and the guys, Wolf and Tone. Luke will stay with me.
We have another stray here at the Lansing house, named Steve. I still get a little boggled at stray people, but this guy is pretty harmless. Tone was seeing a woman named Melissa, and when we had that really bad cold snap in December, she asked if her cousin Steve could come stay with us for a bit. Tone and Melissa stopped seeing each other, but Steve stayed. He putters around the house, does dishes and vacuums once in a while, and drinks a lot of coffee. He's a decent enough guy, getting his life together after dropping off the edge and hanging out in space for a bit. He's going to stay here after we leave and watch the cats and make sure nobody breaks the windows and all.
(Pause while I get the kids to school and have an interesting conversation with Steve about his family and origins; I'm also boggled when people have lost all of their identification. Do you know how hard it is if you have nothing to prove who you are? It's damn hard.)
Mike is mourning us going and is snappish and sad. I am sad for him and for us. But, well, he doesn't want to come and I don't want to stay. I understand his decision and he understands mine, and we are good with each other for now.
