Bit by bit its getting done. There were a lot of boys about this last week. Monte is so lucky to have such amazing friends. And it was really nice for me to have them around. I like everyone of them! And somewhere in there Austin stopped by. We only had a couple of hours but it was so great to catch up with him. We talk on the phone lots but it isn't the same as seeing him. And what was really nice was Kathy and Kerry came up for dinner before he left. He used to see them lots and even mentioned how he missed seeing them now. So it was really good for him to see them for a while.
I am hauling stuff out of the freezers to cook up, mostly to lighten the load on what I need to transfer over to the new place. A few days ago I pulled out a prime rib roast. One should always have a prime rib sitting in their freezer...just in case. Oh and a turkey and a ham and ten salmon and a million chicken parts of some sort, and grey dried up ancient hamburger, and packages of veggie burgers. Yeah. Right. Oh! I forgot...two huge packages of ribs.
So I decided I would randomly pull out something every few days and cook it up and invite Kathy and Kerry up to help eat it. I started with the roast. Dang it was good! Nothing like a hunk of beef so good you could boil it and it would still be tasty. Speaking of which, Bill and I were out at my Auntie Iris's yonks ago. Heather was there and Iris had to go to town so she asked us to start this gorgeous enormous prime rib roast.
So right on time we seasoned the meat and put it in a roaster and stuck it in the oven to roast, fat cap on the topside. About an hour later Auntie I arrived home. She took a look at that amazing piece of cow and hauled it out of the oven, poured a ton of water on it and put a lid on it and stuck it back in the oven! We were horrified! But, I gotta say, it was still delicious, just not roasted.
I also roasted wee spuds, carrots and onions and made a delicious gravy. I was forced to use Better than Bullion as my precious Oxo had finally run out. And the gravy was amazing...not salty like Oxo always made. Okay I am going to quit talking about food now. Makes me hungry and its a boring topic.
Anne came over one day and we started the kitchen. Thank god she is such a loyal good friend. The stuff we found in that big floor to ceiling cupboard was downright shameful. Some of it was actually moved twice...north van, langford, kamloops! For someone who loves to throw crap out it was pretty pitiful what was in that cupboard. The expiry dates were horrendous!
Whilst we were in the middle of this, we heard a loud banging downstairs. Weird. It didn't stop so I finally went down to check it out. It was Monte, in the bedroom downstairs by himself. He had been sleeping and he was in a full blown granddaddy of a seizure. I hollered for Peter who came running. He flew into action immediately. Thank God for Peter. He gave Monte his medicine, which usually works right away, but not this time. After a long time we finally decided to call an ambulance. The seizure just wouldn't stop and Kamloops is a new hospital to try...not Port Alberni. Off he went (I say so easily, you try to get a 350 pound, he has lost a hundred pounds, up a load of stairs) and three hours later he walked out of emergency.
We had his Port Dr. fax an order to emergency, explaining his diagnosis and the treatment he would need. Nope. The nurse told him he wasn't having a seizure and then abandoned him. He never saw a doctor. Thank goodness Peter was there with him and drove him home. Don't get a mental illness people...you get treated like shit. And if you don't have a family or friends like Peter, you will have to self medicate and you know where that leads. We treat our dogs better than this.
Anyway, we got the uhaul truck and Peter single handedly loaded all my stuff into the truck, drove it out to the storage unit, took care of the lock we no longer had a key for, and switched all the crap that was Monte's out for mine...SINGLE HANDEDLY!!! I have started calling him St. Peter....which I am sure he doesn't like but I gotta say...who else in the world does stuff like this for people. I just don't know how to thank him.
And then the next day he and Monte loaded, and that twenty foot truck was full by the time they were done. And Peter was exhausted. Monte not so much. In fact he was up all night...typical of him, and finished loading and packing the few things left to do. They pulled out of the driveway at ten on the dot...and I missed them immediately.
I proceeded to pack my entire closet in my purple room and pack more kitchen cupboards. Alice was here this morning and she cleaned all the cupboards in the kitchen that were empty. Man she is a dynamo!
In fact she overheard that move out date is the seventh of aug. and the people get possession at ten in the morning. That gives me the evening before and til ten the next morning to clean this whole house. So she phoned me after she got home this morning and long story short...I am meeting her at five in the morning on the 8th to clean. And she made it clear that SHE is the boss in this circumstance, and we are going to work TOGETHER, and whatever she says I am to do, I AM TO DO IT!!! I'm scared....
Now I must go and finish the purple room. I packed a suitcase of clothes that will do for the next couple of weeks. Gotta bounce! TTYL
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