Satellite Rage

Had very busy dreams this morning. Was tired today, but took all the stuff I had ready down to the new house after lunch. I put some of it in "places", on shelves. There is no furniture, so I did what I could. When I arrived at the house, there were two boxes at the gate from the Dish satellite network with instructions to return equipment to Dish. You may recall that last year at this very same time I was having to do this with Wild Blue while sick with flu and two feet of snow on the ground. The boxes produced instant anger. The previous owner didn't even deal with this shit, and I'm certainly not going to do anything about it. He left me enough of his problems. Dish can charge him for the equipment. It burns me to even have to put the boxes in the recycle. All I can think is that the previous owner was the epitomy of the absent-minded professor (he taught at the university) or he just was in denial that the house was actually selling. He had a month to get his crap together, and I don't think he started anything until the day before closing. So to me, satellite boxes on my doorstep bring forth murderous thoughts.

Tonight I Skyped with writing group but the connection was very poor. We managed, but it wasn't easy. Next week I'm going to have to try Skyping with the iPhone since I won't have internet. Hope it works. The group is invaluable. I can get 3G on the iPad, too, but since it is a first edition, there is no camera. Despite the interruptions from our poor connection tonight, the group liked my chapter. I guess tomorrow will be similar today--work on book
stuff in the morning, then head to new house with more stuff. Return to rental, maybe do some cleanup. Might be nice to shop for a new easy chair so I have someplace comfy to sit in the new house.