Project Egypt Vehicle is back on track. The shipping company has the faxed copy of the title and as long as our registration has us listed as the owners of the vehicle (it does) we will be able to ship it out on Friday.
Even before the news from the DMV I was feeling relieved because Dad said he would deliver the car to the shipping yard for us if we had to wait for a new title. That way I wouldn’t have to endure a year of, “it would be fun to do ______, if only we had our car . . .”
Yesterday was full of cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. My hands are totally beat up from using steel wool to try and scrub the stovetop grates and from pulling weeds in the yard. Technically not weeds, just mint. Lots of mint. But it is so invasive and burrows so deep in the ground it is essentially a weed. I didn’t even plant it. I composted cut up pieces of it. It didn’t compost. It took root and grew all over the yard. That’s what I get for trying to be green.
Today is sit around and feel like Scarlett O’Hara with a plantation full of slaves while the movers do all the packing. It sounds luxurious, but really it is just a day of feeling lazy and in the way. I always feel bad sitting and watching the packers work, but I can’t leave and I can’t help. I should just embrace it and get someone to massage my feet and bring me food on a silver platter while ordering everybody around . . .