I'm chipping away at packing. Probably it's in my head but it seems more difficult than it has in the past logistically. Carrying stuff around is more difficult and my legs and I get tired way too fast, but still, I'm chipping away at it. Philip, the young man who does my grocery shopping, packed up my books for me, the biggest part of the job, really - or so I'm deluding myself.
Some of the best news on the immediate front is that my nasty landlady has put this house up for sale and she herself moved out three weeks ago. She has been back most days finishing up her move and overseeing workers who are putting in new carpet and painting to make the house more worth what she is asking for it. It literally felt like a huge weight had been lifted off the building when she left. My digestion is much improved again which is nice. I'm sleeping better which is also nice.
Well, practically as I wrote those last word's someone served legal papers on me. Crazy Landlady is taking me to court tomorrow, suing me as near as I can make out, for NEXT month's rent. I have every intention of paying my rent as I always have, so I'm not so much anxious about the outcome of this waste of time as I am deep in agoraphobia-world. Small town courts - or at least this one - meets at 7:30 in the evening, so not only will I be going out to unfamiliar territory but will be doing so after dark. And my friends who normally drive me are going to be away, so my neighbor across the street is going to drive me. Just writing that raises my blood pressure. I've never been in his car before and my crazy brain is afraid I won't fit or that he'll forget or... I don't even know. He's a very nice man. He has had problems with my landlady too, so he is a good ally to have in the court. But just thinking about having to go tomorrow - the act of going, not the court stuff - makes me profoundly shaky. I suspect if I could take my blood pressure, it would be soaring. The actual court process itself doesn't worry me that much. I will have a letter from my therapist and the bank, copies of all my checks and a check for October's rent. Diane has been taking my rent every month, so I don't think the court is going to try and force me to move before my house closes. Of course this is Callicoon, so you never know what may happen.
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