Guess the bed will be on the floor. Besides that, not a chair, table, dresser, kitchen table or anything for my new place. My whole Arizona apartment will have nothing in it except me, my bed on the floor and a disabled couch. That and the open boxes with who knows what damaged shit. Guess I'm going for the "wide open" look.
Many of you write to me all the time that your amazed at what I'm doing without a caregiver or family around. Loving people dedicated to keep FTD'ers out of trouble while we drive them toward's an early grave. I know I'm sick and getting slowly worse. I've FTD, no Chemo nor magic pill can help me. I'm living independently and doing the best I can. Yes, it's tough.
At this point I'm pretty sure I FTD'ed the whole fucking thing. Bad decisions and not enough help. I thought I was planning and organizing this out well. I know now I needed someone with me throughout moving day with a full brain. look at this whole experience. Loading a truck and then having it unloaded and ripping open all the boxes in the middle of a NYC street. Oh yea, FTD baby. Totally aware of what I'm doing, yet no idea how screwed up everything was getting. Of course now when I look back I had plenty of other options. Get a larger drivable truck etc. Could've switched gears, but for a dissolving brain which is hampering my thought process and existence. Each day and struggle I'm hoping helps people understand FTD. Behavior modifications and adjustments. I do the best I can and I know I'm slipping. This is a hell of a way to live, but I'm hanging in there and doing well. These days I'm letting go of my constant screwups faster. Really don't care. I'll get to Scottsdale and rifle through death sales and lots.
BTW - The filmmaker Joe Becker contacted me within 10 minutes of learning the camera got damaged. He's arranged for me to pick up a new one right now. Your the man Joe. The camera is not cheap.