That look of absolute terror is the fact that I’m in NJ again. Oh, and if I remember correctly from 4th grade, the theme song from the state begins “Jersey, my New Jersey …” Terrible song.
So I’m sitting in the living room of the rental while Jenny and Lani are slaving away. Unfortunately I’m a little crippled, though I’m not sure why. But I’m sitting here in comfort while they tote dat barge and lift dat bale. God help them. We got to the rental house with three bedrooms and they had one bed. Then she met Lani at the house (where Lani had a nervous breakdown trying to drive the truck there) and found no one had cleared out the house and the place hadn’t been touched. It’s amazing Jenny doesn’t look like my photo. Though we did load up on alcohol last night, and Jenny and I don’t drink. I don’t know if Jenny cracked any of the bottles — I didn’t. (I bought Peppermint schnappes to go with coffee and a boozle of Drambuie because I am, after all, a Stuart).
NJ gives me the heebie jeebies, whatever those are. Suddenly I’m 14 and vulnerable. Ohio is safe, the house is magic. Here we’re waiting.
But I’m going to take a shower and then try to write. Because the anxiety is bearing down on me again, and I have to finish the damned book.
I’ll give you an update after they get things unpacked (and they have a strong young helper). but pray for us all.