Change of Address, FB Marketplace, and a Pedicure

I did not have time to post the blog this morning and won’t have time tomorrow morning either, so this will be my Thursday/Friday blog.

I have way too many changes of address to make and there’s been a lot of hiccups with some of them. It’s so hard to remember that the customer service person on the other end of the phone is not the person at fault. Something I’m reminded of when Tennessee relays the awfulness of some of her shifts.

I made my first Facebook marketplace purchase–a couple of floor lamps for my office–from a nice older couple who are downsizing. They lived in a posh neighborhood near a marina in a nearby town . She asked me how I liked my hybrid, and he asked me who the veteran was. (I have Honorably Discharged Veteran tags.) Turns out we’re both Air Force veterans though he served during Vietnam.

People are friendly here, but I don’t know how far that goes. I have to think before I answer friendly questions like “What brings you here?” I have to decide how much is safe to share.

I had an appointment for a pedicure, and I was nervous because that is a lot of time to be trapped in a chair and have to be careful about what I say. She is a friend of my future sister-in-law so that reduced some of the tension, as she presumably knows about my fiancé being a lesbian, but how much do I really share? It’s one thing with Tennessee introducing me so I can follow her lead, but I was worried about going it alone.

The pedicure was heavenly. She did ask all the questions and I answered them with a few of my own. Specifically, I asked how well she knew my future SIL and she said they’ve known each other a long time. Then I asked if she knew her sister and she said she knew of Tennessee though she didn’t really know her. Based on her answers and her tattoos and her vibe I told her why I moved here and how nervous I was about living in a small town in the south.

Unless she was lying to me, which of course is possible, she made me feel less worried and I’m very grateful. She even said that if I encounter any idiots that give me a hard time I’m supposed to call her, and she’d set them straight. That made me chuckle. She said most people in this area are ‘live & let live’ folx. I hope she’s right.

More progress was made today on the unpacking and settling in front. We’re almost ready for the two four-footed guests we’re taking care of for a bit and we’ll hopefully be ready for my BFF when she gets here next week. I’m not sure Tennessee will ever be fully ready for my BFF, but I can’t wait to see her. I miss her so much!

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, so I’ll be back on Saturday, hopefully with my own poem but if not then something heartfelt.

Take care, my friends.