I have nothing else in my head than the move ! I don't recognize myself anymore. I moved 3 times in my life and only remember the funny things which happened even the last one, when we moved from our house into this apartment, I was not traumatized ! But now ! The shock of Rick's death must have been stronger as I thought. You don't know yourself and your reactions. The "party girl" has disappeared remains a kind of zombie.
Dominique who spent two days with me, loves to draw plans and here is her first draft ! She didn't have the right measures and added a window in the wardrobe.
When she was gone, I started to continue to take pictures of what I want to sell, because there are some things which have value. Tomorrow a buyer will come and hopefully buy the painting I have from the Grand'Place.
And then I have to look for helpers, with my 4 x 20 years I am not the youngest one, and I always fear to forget something. I write everything down in my phone. If I would do that on paper I would look the whole day for them.
What makes me angry is that I have 3 wigs completely new, which I had ordered for Nicole and they had delivered them twice. I called the Red Cross and other institutions, nobody wants to take them. I feel like I ping pong game they send me through whole Belgium. It's a shame, so many women need wigs after a cancer ! I am sure there are organizations who would take them with pleasure. I will ask on Facebook sometimes it's useful.
I visited Nicole and we chatted together and I still don't understand why she wanted to stay in this home which looks like a hospital !
The room is small and there are two beds in, the lady who shared the room with her moved and now she waits for an other one. I couldn't stay with another person if I am not forced too. And there is no view !My lung doctor had forgotten my appointment and squeezed me between two other patients. I was not very happy with that, because as he was in a hurry he gave me very short explanations. I have to go to a physiotherapist and coordinate my breathing with my walking !
Anyway I start with all treatments I may have to get after my move, for the moment my head is how to get rid of all my belongings !
A young man rang at the door, he wanted to buy the painting which he did, and the strangest thing was, he bought it because his grandfather painted it. That's why he wanted a photo of the signature. He tries to buy all the paintings his grandpa made for his children. Isn't that romantic ??