Yesterday, I spent most of the afternoon making necessary phone calls. Calls after a death must be made to put affairs in order. There are insurance companies to be called, along with those companies that make deposits and withdrawals into and from bank accounts. So many details must be repeated and then corroborated so that it becomes an almost endless task. Many of the calls involve automated systems, and also long waits while the caller must listen to ongoing canned music.
Yesterday was no exception. The music they choose to drum into the ears is pathetic and should only be played in the dead of night when there is no one there to hear it. I suggested to a couple of people who are not responsible for the music that the company might choose a Willie or Waylon song to play instead. Of course, i got the response I was looking for - laughter - and agreement that the music is, indeed, horrible.
Anyhow, when I did get to speak to humans instead of machines, there were only wonderfully understanding people on the other end of the phone line. I did get most of the calls made, with only a few left and it was heartening to get them made.
I received a call early yesterday afternoon before I made the calls, that the pod was due to arrive at my new dwelling place. So I went over and got there just after the POD delivery guy got there. I am so glad that I saw it unloaded. What an interesting sight it was. The truck parked parallel to the house and then the frame holding the POD lifted the pod, and began moving toward the driveway end. The frame has a double wheel at each corner and when it got even with the driveway, the frame turned on those wheels, positioning the POD with the end to be opened facing the house and then continued on up the driveway so that when it set the POD down, it can be opened facing the door of the garage. There are operating levers on the rear corner of the frame holding the POD. It was absolutely fascinating. The fellow then unhooked the chains holding the POD, and moved the frame back onto the truck bed using those levers, fastened the frame to the truck bed, shook my hand, and said goodbye.
I was fortunate enough to meet one of my new neighbors. He was across the street watching the whole procedure. His name is Brian and you will probably hear more about him and his family as time goes by. He has a wife named Paula, 12 year old son, and a 15 year old daughter, and is a CAT salesman. He is a very interesting person and i also found out he is a Baptist.
Today, I will be going early over to my new house (that has a nice ring to it) and begin the real moving in process. Carol has hired a couple of fellows to unload the POD beginning at 9 a.m. I really look forward to the getting settled in. I packed my suitcase last night in hopes of sleeping there beginning tonight.
Speaking of sleeping, I went to bed at 9 p.m. last night and as of an hour and a half ago, I had all the sleep I could take, so I am up at 4:30 a.m. and writing this entry. I will probably creep back up the stairs in a few minutes (very quietly so as not to disturb the two sleeping yet).
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. More later. Much love to each of you, my friends and family. Bye for now.