Um... Are you alright?

While at work I was asked by my supervisor if Disability is an option. Apparently I can't work too well on pain medication. I've been put on disability until I recover from the yet to be scheduled surgery. Not good timing for this. I need to work and need to have a reliable income and this only complicates matters. I'll figure out something.

Today is the last day of the old apartment. I haven't been able to move the last thing (or so I thought the last thing), Boxes of records. I cant lift them so Greggory is helping me move (doing all the work) I was in the old garage at the apartment and in that garage are two refrigerators. I pushed on one and realized it was pretty easy to move. I pulled it away from the wall and discovered cardboard boxes of my Mums. I checked into them and all of them were old issues of National Geographic and things of that nature. A box of her clothes and to my surprise a box of Christmas stuff. I took the box of Christmas stuff without looking into it. Its doing just that which bugs me. Moving crap for craps sake. I didn't even know that box was there and wouldn't have missed it. But what if... What if it has something inside that holds a dear memory to someone in the family. A memory forgotten but jogged by the sight of the thing inside these box. This unopened box. It could very well be filled with yarn and mislabeled. Who knows?
I'm going back to get the records and say good by to the folks there. They are a good bunch of neighbors. I'm losing neighbors but gaining friends.