Smitten with Him

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Moving

(I haven’t been feeling very up to writing lately, but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts folder for far too long.)

moving

This is NOT all our stuff!

The weekend before Thing #1 and I moved was absolute craziness.

Doom-n-Gloom and Thing #2 were planning on being out of the old apartment by Sunday evening.

Long story short: they weren’t. When the day was over, they hadn’t even moved half of their things. The rest for us to ‘deal with’ until their return Monday evening.

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What Happened Wednesday

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Wednesday morning, I was supposed to call and wake Loverman up at 6:45 so I could pick him up at his friend’s house and drop him off at my truck, Bear, which he is borrowing right now (because his other 3 cars currently don’t work/aren’t legal *sigh*), and still make it to work on time.

I called him 14 times 😉 and he didn’t answer the phone! I thought he was probably so knocked out that he didn’t hear the phone ringing, so I sent him 7 texts in a row — the text noise is really loud and annoying and would wake anyone up (my daughters call it “Barbie Sparkles” because it sounds like if Barbie was 6 and had a wand…)

I waited until 6:55 to start driving to where he was staying and, while I was driving, I concentrated really hard on Loverman and screamed in my head at him to WAKE UP!! then I called him again. He answered! OMG!

I was so relieved because I didn’t know what I was going to do. He hasn’t told me where his friend’s house is, I always drop him off and pick him up at the Walgreen’s close by.

The phone isn’t ringing!!!” he answered.

“How did you know to answer?” I asked.

“I don’t know, baby. I just woke up all of a sudden and looked at my phone and you were calling me.”

Crazy! I thought, He must have heard me screaming in his head! “I am SO glad you answered! I was just screaming at your brain. You must have heard me.

He grunted in acknowledgement and I could feel the smile on his face.

“I am on my way to get you now and I should be there in about 15 minutes. I’m sorry you had to wake up like this.”

He said, “I don’t know why the ringer is off on my phone…”

*I* know. His friend’s wife turned it off after he fell asleep (she threatened to the night before) so he could sleep well and for a long time. Loverman didn’t tell her that he HAD to be up early, so she turned it off. No harm, no foul. She was just looking out for him and didn’t know everything that was supposed to be happening that day.

We met at Walgreen’s as planned. He ran to get there (what a shitty morning for him!) and we were on the way by 7:15. He looked SO exhausted when he got to the car. I told him that if he wanted, he could just sleep in the car while I drove and I would wake him up when we got to Bear.

He talked to me for a minute or two. The he leaned over onto my arm, rested his head on my shoulder and nuzzled me — just like I do when he’s driving and I’m tired (or glowing). “You smell so clean. I need to shower…” he said as he put his hand on my knee, squeezed it and fell asleep. He can totally do that. It’s amazing!

For the entire 50-minute drive he slept with his head on my shoulder. Every time I looked over at him, or felt him move, it melted my heart and I had to lean over and kiss him on the forehead.

When we got to the park-n-ride where we had left Bear the night before, I woke Loverman up and kissed him on his merry way. I even made it to work on time! Whew!

The rest of the day’s plan was simple: I had to go to work and he was going to try to get more sleep (because 4 hours in 3 days is not enough), then he would go to his storage unit and start unpacking the moving truck and return it. I would pick him up after work and we would go skating, drive up to our hotel room, take a long, hot shower and get some sleep.

Our days pretty much went as planned: he got his extra sleep and made it to the storage garage to start unloading the truck, and I went to work (where I almost successfully concentrated on getting my job done).

When I got to the storage unit at almost 7PM, Loverman was still unpacking his stuff. Or, should I say, Diva‘s stuff, because Loverman had already moved everything he owns to the storage unit over the last 6 weeks. There were some last-minute tools of his that he saved to move at the end to have easy access to them, but the moving truck was half-full of Diva’s stuff! Some of the bags were actually full of garbage!

It was still raining from the day before and I was, again, still wearing my work clothes (one of my favorite dresses, but also very durable so it survived!) because I thought he would be done unloading the truck by the time I got there. So did he.

I thought that the only things left on the truck were his things, but instead of freaking out because things weren’t going as planned, I just rolled up my sleeves (figuratively) and asked Loverman, “What do you need me to do?”

He was so angry and upset about all of the stuff Diva had dumped on him! As he vented, I started taking things out of the moving truck and putting them in the garage. When he was through, I reminded him to call our hotel and make the reservation before it was too late again. Also, he needed a sit-down break to take a breath and drink some water and chill out.

The reservation was made successfully. Good news! That helped motivate us to a common goal 😉

Plus, there was still skating to get to and Loverman was truly dead-set on getting there to “get our skate on”. He has been trying SO HARD to make sure some things go right well — it’s sweet.

We finally got everything unloaded and into the garage by 7:30 (Wednesday night skating is from 7:30 to 10, so we still had plenty of time). All we had to do before leaving to go skating was fill up the moving truck with gas, bring it back and drop off the keys.

As we were driving away from the storage garage Loverman looked at me and asked, “Where is my jacket?… Oh shit! I think I left in back at the storage unit! It’s probably lying right in front where I put it when I got there. Damn! It has all the keys in it. Damn!”

“Do you want me to turn around and go back?”

“No, baby. It’s okay. I don’t have the key for the storage unit. I think there’s a spare at S-&-J’s house. I’ll get it tomorrow. Dammit, I didn’t want to drive all the way up there again right away!”

His phone rings Barbie Sparkles with an incoming text. It was Diva, “Can you bring back my bag of shoes?”

Loverman laughed his ass off as he responded that they would have to wait until another day and we continued on to skating, where we arrived with one hour of skating left. And we had quite a lovely time.

We finally made it to our room just before midnight and I jumped into the shower almost immediately. After being in there alone for what seemed like 15 minutes, I called out “Are you coming in to get clean with me, or did you fall asleep already?”

I heard the bathroom door open and he peeked in through the shower curtain, “Boo!”

Then, he joined me in the shower.

Both of us fell asleep as soon as our bodies were comfortably tangled up together in bed. I woke up a couple of times to go to the bathroom. He felt one time, but stayed asleep until the alarms woke us Thursday morning.

It was so sweet how he started rubbing my back to wake me up. He made love to me as he massaged my entire back side. I felt like I was melting underneath him…

And then we had to start another day. Right away. No time to snuggle, or enjoy the glow. Or anything.

We didn’t even have time to stop and get donuts

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Going To His House

The last time you heard from me, Tuesday night didn’t turn out like I had hoped. I was really, really bummed, but even though we didn’t get to spend the entire night together, we still got to spend that evening together and see each other again first thing Wednesday morning.

Here’s how it went…

Tuesday after work I was supposed to meet him and help him move his vehicles (3 cars and a moving van) off of the property. So, I sent him a text at 5:30 to let him know I was on my way.

His response was:

Yeah, baby, come to my house.

That was unexpected, to say the last. I had never been there before. I never wanted to go to his house, really. There was never a reason for me to go there. Whenever I pick him up to go out, we meet at Taco Bell or Wendy’s, a few blocks away.

(I used to want to go to his house, but not to mess around or anything like that, just to pick him up when we were going out so he wouldn’t always have to walk to meet me. I respected his wishes and, even thought I knew his address, I never even drove past his house when I was worried. Even though I was very tempted a couple of times.)

While I was on my way to meet him I did not obsess about meeting his wife/Diva. It was strange. I wasn’t nervous to meet her or worried that she would beat me up…

(Every time I try to write this part, I can’t work it out with my words… *sigh*)
When I got to the house and parked down the street, there were a few people there: Loverman, Diva and a friend who had recruited her family to help. There was also a man on the street standing by a pickup truck. I thought he might be with Diva or the eviction company.

For a second I sat in my car waiting for a signal from Loverman.

He waved and signaled for me to ‘come here’. As I approached his house, he walked towards me and said, “Can you take a picture of that guy and get a good one of his license plate, too?”

Without thinking or asking any questions, I did as I was asked. In the meantime, Loverman explained to me that this dude had been hanging around the house all afternoon (after the sheriff and the eviction crew left) asking strange questions like, “when will you be done?” and “do you want me to take anything off your hands?”.

The guy was a scavenger. In most states, when and eviction is scheduled, a notice has to be posted in the paper. This guy, and his company, troll the papers to find these “events” and then scavenge the hell out of evictees’ stuff. It’s sad, but it happens all the time.

The dude started walking towards me very quickly when he saw what I was doing and pulled out his camera to take a picture of me, too. He yelled at me to stop filming him and threatened to knock my camera from my hands. Loverman stepped right in front of me, in his protective stance, and told Dude to step back.

I was still dressed in my work clothes and could have passed off as a real estate agent or some type of legal professional, so I used it to my advantage. I explained to Loverman why Dude was there. For reference, the three of us are standing in the middle of the neighborhood street.

Dude was fuming angry, and a good 4-5 inches taller than Loverman who is only 5’10”. He got all up in Loverman’s face and the two of them yelled back and forth while I stood behind Loverman trying to figure out what to do. I was waiting to be told before I called the cops, so there was nothing I could do at that moment. I was watching two black men in a standoff over territory. Even though Dude was 100% wrong I was just going to have to wait and see how things played out and hope for the best.

I thought that they were finally going to start hitting each other, but then Dude stepped back to call 911, on speakerphone. While he was explaining to the 911 operator what was going on, she told him to get into his vehicle to be in a safe place. While Dude was walking back to his truck, I heard her tell him that someone at Loverman’s address had already called for an assist and officers were on their way to respond to the previous call.

Dude sat in his truck for a few more minutes and then just drove away. The time was 6:45PM (remember this time for later). He didn’t come back again that night. (While Dude was still in his truck I told Loverman that he had just scared the shit out of me and, even though I understood how he felt and what he was doing, I still didn’t want him spending the night in jail for assault.)

After Dude left, Loverman and I walked off the street and Diva came over to say hello. She seemed totally out of it, just like Loverman had mentioned a few times recently. He told me that he thought Diva was acting strange — very lethargic, totally apathetic and in complete denial. While she was talking to me, she was all of that. It was totally like she didn’t give a shit about anything that was happening. Her friend and her friend’s family were doing all the work while Diva just stood there blankly.

Diva told me more about what Dude had been doing there and the things that he had told her. She just kept talking to me like she didn’t realize what was going on around her! She was in no rush to get done or to go anywhere. It was surreal.

After everyone had stopped and chatted for what seemed like forever (especially considering the situation!), at 7:30 Loverman and I started moving his cars. That part ended up being awesome fun!

At 8:30, when we were moving the last car, the police finally showed up! I don’t know when Loverman originally called for the assist, but using the time that Dude called the cops, it was still almost two freaking hours before law enforcement arrived. How disappointing!

I am glad no one was in actual danger.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you, this entire time it was raining on and off and we were all soaking wet (I was still in my work clothes. LOL!).

Once the vehicles were moved (a couple of them had to be pushed into their spots) we were both tired and ready for food and a warm bed. We went to McDonald’s for our “regular” and he called the hotel to make our reservation. Usually it isn’t so late when he calls and there is almost always a room available.

There were no rooms left for Tuesday night 😦 So we sat in our booth at McDonald’s for about another hour, cuddling and commiserating and decided to try again Wednesday night. One of the things that he told me when we were talking is that, earlier, he talked to the Sheriff who was doing the eviction. Loverman found out that the date on the Writ of Restitution HAD been altered from the 18th to the 28th and also, a Notice to Vacate had been posted at the house Monday morning at 10AM, stating the date and time the eviction would be performed. Exactly one hour before Diva sent Loverman a text explaining that he had to have his stuff moved by midnight Monday night.

After we finished making our tentative plans for the next day, I dropped him off at his friend’s house right before midnight and we both tried to get some sleep. We would have to be up extra early the next morning (Wednesday) to start the new day.

Hoping the next one would be better.

And it was.

Kind of…

Stay tuned for What Happened Wednesday.

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