The Month From Hell

This has, without any doubt, been the worst month of my life, with last week being the pinnacle of the month as the worst week of my life. I had several unscheduled mini-breakdowns, a series of really bad dreams, and one pretty dark depression.

The good news is, that week is over. The not-so-good news is, the entire series of unfortunate events is not over yet.

I tried to write this out in paragraph form, but it was impossible - there was just too much. I'll give you a brief run-down, if for no other reason than that you'll appreciate the fact that you're not me right now.

The week looked like this:

* initially spent all last weekend trying to finish cleaning out my dad's house; failed miserably

* starting Monday, tried to work all day; go work on the house for about an hour and a half each night; then come home and cook for Pennsic; failed miserably, had a mini-nervous-breakdown about Tuesday

* finally got help, and spent 11 hours Saturday mostly finishing the house; physically, mentally and emotionally exhausting; mostly done, but not quite; have till Friday to really finish

* continued to spend several hours each night cooking for Pennsic; that, at least, is done

* had to fire my probate attorney because he was incompetent and wouldn't do his job, and I was about to get stuck with a car I "wasn't allowed to sell" (because the probate paperwork wasn't done) and after the buyer takes over my dad's house, would have no place to store; got a new probate attorney who actually knows what he's doing, and now that's all on track (although I still have several paperwork-related things to take care of before this can actually be done)

* tried to transfer the title for the truck (which Greg is taking), and after waiting in line 45 minutes at the title office, got stonewalled because my brother wasn't physically present to also sign (he lives out of state); was given a Power of Attorney to have him sign, then I can go back (wait in line another 45 minutes) and transfer that title; will have to repeat the process for the car

Eh, I think that'll do for a run-down. A couple words of advice: if you have kids, don't die. If you must, get rid of everything you own before you do. Don't do this to them. If you have parents, move to Cambodia now. Even more effective if you have brothers or sisters in the area ... then they'll have to deal with it all.

This is why there are no new weaving, knitting, sewing, or other pictures to post. Right - when would I have worked on any of that?

I cannot wait for Pennsic.

By the way, I know what happens at the end of Harry Potter. Nyah, nyah, nyah. Greg bought the book yesterday, but since I haven't read past the third in the series, I didn't care about reading it ... just wanted to know if anyone important dies, so I just read the last chapter. Now I know. And no, I'm not telling. (But I was quite surprised by what happens!).