|Oh, hell, kick me again
||[Aug. 11th, 2003|04:31 pm]
I had everything planned like clockwork. Friday I was leaving early to take Erin to her old school in Pennsylvania, get the last of her belongings out of the attic, then drive on to Altoona so that I could put her on the train in the morning. After which I would return home to spend the week’s promised vacation with Amy.
I e-mailed the school last week, but got no response, so I called this morning, and they finally just now got back to me. The one person who has a key to the attic is on vacation and won’t return until Monday.
Completely screwing up my plans. I have to spend the evening revising everything.
I can’t just dismiss her stuff: it’s a TV, a computer, and a microwave. And it’s all too heavy and fragile for them to just mail.
People wonder why I’m tense.