My friend Steve reminded me I needed to take one last suit to Arizona. Ah, the end of life kick the bucket suit. But I gained weight. No problem Steve assured me, they cut the back open for fatties like me. Thank God for friends.
Now I'm in a panic situation here in Arizona. Besides my furniture not making it cross country, many of my boxes mysteriously disappeared. One of them contained my "Death Suit." Living with FTD just gets rougher all the time. Now death even has to be delayed. Can't die without a death suit.
As expected, half my glassware is broken. Haven't opened my pictures yet, but the TV works. Us FTD'ers need TV to phase out into our comatose state. We watch, but don't follow. Our attention span can't focus on anything for more than a few moments. That and it's impossible to keep track of any subplots. Scene/cast switch and us FTD'ers are history.
As previously stated, many boxes including the heaviest one marked "liquids kitchen" are gone. That one had dishwasher liquid, Tide, Downy and all the cleanser liquids. Many were Costco size. Expensive box. Maybe someone thought that had Alcohol in it. May they drink bleach and cleanse their soul. I'm not sure what other boxes are gone except certain items are missing including my Apple TV. Apple TV is a little control box that enables you to watch Netflix. Guess I'm now Netflix unenabled. Shit happens.
Each day I'm unloading and organizing more and more. Kitchen's a total disaster. Just might close that area off with a Hazardous Material sign. I still have no idea what to put where. It's going to take a while, but I've time. After all my death suit is gone, so I'm not going anywhere.
Guess what I found underneath a bunch of clothes on the couch. Death Suit. Well, still not planning on going anywhere.