I wish I had time/energy for updates as they happen; I forget so many things before I can type them in. 
That little mama dog seems to have disappeared into the ether; county has no idea what I'm talking about when I called on Monday.
The shed got mostly built on Sunday, thanks to a list of people I can't remember all their names. One of them even left and came back with fried chicken and fruit for lunch for everyone, before she left for the day. We sat down in the cooler-than-outside house, in the back room, around my big worktable, using some flatted boxes as a "tablecloth", and had a short break for lunch then went back to finishing the shed.
Others also boxed up a lot of stuff that was either just loose on the ground or in old or damaged boxes. Was a little confusion about not making boxes too heavy to lift easily, but was mostly resolved (there are a few I will have to dump and repack into multiple boxes, because i can't lift them easily, and I will need to be able to lift and move lots of boxes at a time in order to come over and sort things this summer--if they're heavy I will have to keep stopping after every one to rest, and never get anythign done).
I moved a lot of stuff into the space between the sheds until the floor could be built, whcih Mdd0127 spent all of Monday doing by himself, because I could not be there (working). This was just to get it out of the way of the cleanup crew that would be there Monday.
On Monday, I arrived apparently just after the cleanup crew left, late afternoon. They'd moved out all fo the stuff from my old bedroom, and most of the stuff from my mom's old room, which is the bedroom next to the one that burned.
For some reason I don't comprehend, they took a bunch of stuff I'd picked up and saved and put onto the shelves they'd already cleaned off in that old bedroom, but didn't have time to move out to the sheds, and they dumped it in the garbage dumpster, even though it was all nicely sorted and put onto the shelves away from the mess on the floor. Some of the thigns on teh shelves they did put in the save pile, but most of it they dumped in the trash, along with other things that had been in boxes and up on shelves, etc., whcih they had no reason to trash, as they didn't trash other things thatw ere in the same places.
Some things they trashed were my DAT tapes of my own music, both audio and data backups, whcih had been in neat little cases in rack holders, stacked in the closet on the shelf--I had already cleaned out all fo the stuff in the closet except that shelf. They saved all the junk motherboards that were up there, and everyhtingg else, but not the most important thing, which they trashed instead. They tossed out some unopened rolled up posters of wolves and stuff that had been on the top of my main shelf unit, along with other data backups and whatnot--even some old empty cups were up there that I'd saved for their shapes or whatever, but they saved the cups, and trashed the posters and some of my large drawings and sketches, some of my remaining (though hardly ever used) music equipment, like an old Yamaha FB-01, and all of the power adapters for all of the equipment that was up there, even though they saved some of the equipment, and all of it was together up there.
Lots of other stuff like that that makes no sense why they would even go thru it and not just bring it all out, which is what I was told they would do--just bring eveyrhting out and dump it in the yard for me to sort thru. Instead they apparently sorted thru everything themselves and decided what I was to keep and what not.
So I spent all of the time Monday from when I got there till nearly sunset digging thru the dumpster for my critical and personal things taht they took it upon themselves to destroy, for no reason. I had meant to spend that time sorting thru the huge pile of stuff they brougth out and see if I could reduce it to 1/3 or 1/4 of that size, trashing or recycling the rest, and then going in the house and trying to move out more stuff myself, but they didn't give me that chance because of their treatment of my other stuff.
I did get a chance to go thru a little of teh stuff, but not much. I moved a few boxes of things like my backup discs and whatnot into a shed to keep them out of the hot direct sunlight, but most of it is still in a big pile in the middle of the yard.
At one point I found an old music keyboard that I think came from Timmie, same person that gave me the barn shed and some other very useful things. It's speaker doesnt'w ork, and it's just a Yamaha PSR-15, no MIDI, so only useful for noodling around on, but once I can find a 1/8" to 1/4" headphone adapter to use some little headphones (or speakers) on it's big jack, I will at least be able to play music of some sort, which might help my emotional state a little. (that and snuggling up with a bunch of dogs are about the only two things that truly help much in times anything like these).
Mdd0127 found a power adapter to work on it, and we brougth it back to Bill's with us. I haven't been able to do anythign with it yet.
Eventually, maye an hour after sunset, just about full dark or even after, I finally gave out, no more energy, and Mdd0127 took me up to Bill's so I could try to rest for work the next day.
That didn't work out very well either, becuase now I have new nightmares, whcih although tehy're stupid, I can't get rid of them anymore than the other stupid ones I already had. I am asleep in my old bed with the dogs all round me, and wake up to people barging in grabbing the dogs and setting them on fire, sometimes with flamethrowers, sometimes with matches and gasoline, sometimes with blowtorches, then they throw them still screaming and yelping into the big dumpster, then they bag me up in a trashbag and dump me in there too, then they burn the house down to finish it off. I get that one several times a night now, last night too but not as bad as Monday night.
I was so obviously totally exhausted on Monday that my supervisor Lori "suggested" I take today off to rest, and not even go back to the house to do anythign. I eventually caved in and am now off today, but I still didn't sleep much better than previous days. I will probably take naps thru the day when I feel tired and maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
I also finally found a slip of paper with the name and number of the friend I'd orignially gotten Loki from, and after I woke from one nap last night I called her to give her the horrible news. After we'd talked a while about it, she said that she has another little (very little, like under 30lbs) pit/maybe-dane mix, that was starving so bad when found that you could've used her spine as a handle to pick her up. She was so thirsty she was guarding tiny water puddles from anyone and anythign else, but she couldn't drink without puking.... Even if she had been loose on the street she wouldn't've been in that state, theree's too much garbage around to starve like that. She must've been locked up somewhere and abused to get that bad, and either finally escaped or was dumped. No idea how old she is, but probably isn't gonna get bigger than she is now. She was only 17lbs when picked up, whcih is basically just skin and bone.
I don't know if I'll end up her eventual family, but Lori (different one from my supervisor at the remodels) is caring for her for now anyway. I am going to go visit to see the dog and Lori and another friend that's there that I haven't seen in ages, but not sure when there is time. Still too tired today to do much. Just going downstairs for tea and potty break when i got up an hour ago was hard enough. (actually just getting up took a big decision; if I coudl've gone back tos leep I would've done that instead, but not fresh from another nightmare...)
Today...no real plans besides rest. So am typing this uyp while I nibble on an oatmeal cookie and an orange and some peach nectar juice and drink some hot tea. I'll have pictures of progress at the house and whatnot in a separate post shortly.
That little mama dog seems to have disappeared into the ether; county has no idea what I'm talking about when I called on Monday.
The shed got mostly built on Sunday, thanks to a list of people I can't remember all their names. One of them even left and came back with fried chicken and fruit for lunch for everyone, before she left for the day. We sat down in the cooler-than-outside house, in the back room, around my big worktable, using some flatted boxes as a "tablecloth", and had a short break for lunch then went back to finishing the shed.
Others also boxed up a lot of stuff that was either just loose on the ground or in old or damaged boxes. Was a little confusion about not making boxes too heavy to lift easily, but was mostly resolved (there are a few I will have to dump and repack into multiple boxes, because i can't lift them easily, and I will need to be able to lift and move lots of boxes at a time in order to come over and sort things this summer--if they're heavy I will have to keep stopping after every one to rest, and never get anythign done).
I moved a lot of stuff into the space between the sheds until the floor could be built, whcih Mdd0127 spent all of Monday doing by himself, because I could not be there (working). This was just to get it out of the way of the cleanup crew that would be there Monday.
On Monday, I arrived apparently just after the cleanup crew left, late afternoon. They'd moved out all fo the stuff from my old bedroom, and most of the stuff from my mom's old room, which is the bedroom next to the one that burned.
For some reason I don't comprehend, they took a bunch of stuff I'd picked up and saved and put onto the shelves they'd already cleaned off in that old bedroom, but didn't have time to move out to the sheds, and they dumped it in the garbage dumpster, even though it was all nicely sorted and put onto the shelves away from the mess on the floor. Some of the thigns on teh shelves they did put in the save pile, but most of it they dumped in the trash, along with other things that had been in boxes and up on shelves, etc., whcih they had no reason to trash, as they didn't trash other things thatw ere in the same places.
Some things they trashed were my DAT tapes of my own music, both audio and data backups, whcih had been in neat little cases in rack holders, stacked in the closet on the shelf--I had already cleaned out all fo the stuff in the closet except that shelf. They saved all the junk motherboards that were up there, and everyhtingg else, but not the most important thing, which they trashed instead. They tossed out some unopened rolled up posters of wolves and stuff that had been on the top of my main shelf unit, along with other data backups and whatnot--even some old empty cups were up there that I'd saved for their shapes or whatever, but they saved the cups, and trashed the posters and some of my large drawings and sketches, some of my remaining (though hardly ever used) music equipment, like an old Yamaha FB-01, and all of the power adapters for all of the equipment that was up there, even though they saved some of the equipment, and all of it was together up there.
Lots of other stuff like that that makes no sense why they would even go thru it and not just bring it all out, which is what I was told they would do--just bring eveyrhting out and dump it in the yard for me to sort thru. Instead they apparently sorted thru everything themselves and decided what I was to keep and what not.
So I spent all of the time Monday from when I got there till nearly sunset digging thru the dumpster for my critical and personal things taht they took it upon themselves to destroy, for no reason. I had meant to spend that time sorting thru the huge pile of stuff they brougth out and see if I could reduce it to 1/3 or 1/4 of that size, trashing or recycling the rest, and then going in the house and trying to move out more stuff myself, but they didn't give me that chance because of their treatment of my other stuff.
I did get a chance to go thru a little of teh stuff, but not much. I moved a few boxes of things like my backup discs and whatnot into a shed to keep them out of the hot direct sunlight, but most of it is still in a big pile in the middle of the yard.
At one point I found an old music keyboard that I think came from Timmie, same person that gave me the barn shed and some other very useful things. It's speaker doesnt'w ork, and it's just a Yamaha PSR-15, no MIDI, so only useful for noodling around on, but once I can find a 1/8" to 1/4" headphone adapter to use some little headphones (or speakers) on it's big jack, I will at least be able to play music of some sort, which might help my emotional state a little. (that and snuggling up with a bunch of dogs are about the only two things that truly help much in times anything like these).
Mdd0127 found a power adapter to work on it, and we brougth it back to Bill's with us. I haven't been able to do anythign with it yet.
Eventually, maye an hour after sunset, just about full dark or even after, I finally gave out, no more energy, and Mdd0127 took me up to Bill's so I could try to rest for work the next day.
That didn't work out very well either, becuase now I have new nightmares, whcih although tehy're stupid, I can't get rid of them anymore than the other stupid ones I already had. I am asleep in my old bed with the dogs all round me, and wake up to people barging in grabbing the dogs and setting them on fire, sometimes with flamethrowers, sometimes with matches and gasoline, sometimes with blowtorches, then they throw them still screaming and yelping into the big dumpster, then they bag me up in a trashbag and dump me in there too, then they burn the house down to finish it off. I get that one several times a night now, last night too but not as bad as Monday night.
I was so obviously totally exhausted on Monday that my supervisor Lori "suggested" I take today off to rest, and not even go back to the house to do anythign. I eventually caved in and am now off today, but I still didn't sleep much better than previous days. I will probably take naps thru the day when I feel tired and maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
I also finally found a slip of paper with the name and number of the friend I'd orignially gotten Loki from, and after I woke from one nap last night I called her to give her the horrible news. After we'd talked a while about it, she said that she has another little (very little, like under 30lbs) pit/maybe-dane mix, that was starving so bad when found that you could've used her spine as a handle to pick her up.
She was so thirsty she was guarding tiny water puddles from anyone and anythign else, but she couldn't drink without puking.... Even if she had been loose on the street she wouldn't've been in that state, theree's too much garbage around to starve like that. She must've been locked up somewhere and abused to get that bad, and either finally escaped or was dumped. No idea how old she is, but probably isn't gonna get bigger than she is now. She was only 17lbs when picked up, whcih is basically just skin and bone. I don't know if I'll end up her eventual family, but Lori (different one from my supervisor at the remodels) is caring for her for now anyway. I am going to go visit to see the dog and Lori and another friend that's there that I haven't seen in ages, but not sure when there is time.
Still too tired today to do much. Just going downstairs for tea and potty break when i got up an hour ago was hard enough. (actually just getting up took a big decision; if I coudl've gone back tos leep I would've done that instead, but not fresh from another nightmare...)Today...no real plans besides rest. So am typing this uyp while I nibble on an oatmeal cookie and an orange and some peach nectar juice and drink some hot tea. I'll have pictures of progress at the house and whatnot in a separate post shortly.
It's still probably cheaper than all the phone time I'd have to spend being transferred around next time it happpesn. 
Normally I have no problems bottling up anger like that, but right now I feel like I'm 15 years old again, with a temper like a match on stone. 
