No, no, we haven't found a new place. We don't have the money to move. We ARE expected to be out in two months and have no prospects. But still, I have two bits of exciting news!
Number one? SOMEONE ORDERED FROM MY AMAZON AFFILIATE LINK! They read my VeryHelpful.net review of my fancy Argon Oil Shampoo and Conditioner, and then followed the link and ORDERED! They didn't order the product I reviewed, but that's okay! They ordered under my affiliate link! And yeah, I get PAID!
Kris's Amazon Link
And the second exciting news?
I've already forgotten. In the frenzy of linking and writing above, I've totally spaced. Have I mentioned how stressed and sleepless I've been? Packing without knowing where or when or how we're going is scary. What to pack? How long do we have? Two weeks? Two months? No more than two-and-a-half, we know that.
Oh! Oh! I remember!
Do you remember THIS blog post? Where I talk about the cemetery in Old Frisco, Utah and the nameless little boy whose grave has stuck with me since 1994?
I FOUND HIS NAME!
His name was Johnny Staples. I've known the Staples part for years, but I finally found an old document online that showed the grave in slightly better days (the stone was still legible) with a caption from the State of Utah.
From his stone:
"Tis a little grave,
but oh, have care,
for world wide hopes are buried here.
How much of light, how much of joy,
is buried with my darling boy."
And if that doesn't hit you in the belly, I don't know what will. Rest in peace, Johnny. I'm glad I finally figured out your name.
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I want to take a minute to talk about a ring. Remember the locket? The mourning locket I'll never find, but I keep looking? Well, there's another piece of jewelry I keep turning about in my mind. But this one I have. I have, but I don't know as much about it as I want to know.
Here are some pictures:
The inscription appears to read "Ms. M. Hanna, March 14, '83." It may say "M.M. Hanna" or some other variation. The year is clearly 1883, and the stone is garnet, with multiple seed pearls embedded around the setting.
This ring was given to my now-80-year-old Mother who wore it every day from the time I was born until 1983, when the stone fell out. I remember the day--I was moving into an apartment in Midvale, Utah, when she realized the stone was gone. We turned the apartment upside down and actually managed to find the stone. She took the ring and stone to Zales, but they said they couldn't fix it. Here it is, 30 years later, and it's still in that little Zales envelope, and it's still in two pieces, setting and stone.
Back then, my Mom told me that the ring had belonged to wife or fiance of a famous poet. But I can't remember who it was, and, at 80 years, my Mom can't remember, either. I'm not looking to sell it, but man, I would love to know more about it and who it belonged to. We think it was given to my Mom by a Mrs. Payson (Jesse? Florence? The wife of Horace). I'm hoping to learn more, but not too optimistic.
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Speaking of optimism, we are so in need of help. We need a place to live. Someplace close enough to Manassas that we don't have to pull our boy out of his martial arts class. It's the only place he has friends, and it would be heartbreaking for him. Someplace big enough for our stuff, someplace cheap enough we can afford (think around 1,500 bucks a month). Someplace that will recognize that our years of spotless rental history and income is worth something. SomeONE who will understand that our credit issues are not lethal, and that, had we had the 15+ months to work with we thought we did, we'd have had those issues fixed.
If you know anyone, please, please let me know. I've never been in a position like this, and it's terrifying.
