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The next day, we were permitted almost two hours of supervised access to our former homes. We had coordinated with Alan, Nathan's Assistant, for access that afternoon from 12 p.m. to 1:30 p.m.
We must have looked a little like some comedy show, coming in and out of three different houses. We didn't know exactly what we were doing either.
Were we moving off the Farm?
What were we moving?
And where were we going?
We still had no idea what the future had in store for us. We were totally in the dark. It's one thing when you know you're going on, like a trip. It's quite another to pack for a temporary move out of your house. Or at least we hoped it was temporary.
I had made another list of things I needed that I hadn't been able to get on Lock-Out day. I focused on my list before I helped my Parents with anything. I was pretty certain Mom was doing her normal routine of grabbing random things and shoving them into bags or boxes that she was going to take up to the Main House. God only knows where the hell we were going to put things. The Main House was a nightmare as it was with all the boxes we had shoved into it. We'd had to make a path in the boxes so we could even move around the house.
You think, hope, and wish you'll be back in your home for good, soon. But you really don't know how long "soon" is going to be. Nor do you know what you'll be doing exactly in-between then and now. I managed to fill several paper bags with things. I grabbed all my jewelry, my guns [leaving guns in the house unattended with strangers coming in and out was a bad idea], my Grandmother's painting, my three shoeboxes filled with all my photos for the last fifteen years, some more clothes, all my gun ammo, some more pillows for the makeshift bed I had, and some dishes.
I was uncomfortable about driving my car with the loaded shotgun I had kept by my bed. I called my Dad to come up and help me with it. I hadn't cleared a gun in a while, and didn't want to do it by myself. Dad came up and cleared the gun of ammo before I drove back down to our new temporary home, the Main House. My Parents had gotten all the things they had wanted out of the Glass House, for now anyway. Plus we all had done some laundry too while we had access to our laundry machines. Clean clothes are an essential item under any circumstances.
Dad had pulled both of his computers out of the Glass House and set them on the deck. That way Alan could lock up the house, and we could deal with moving the computers off the deck without needing access to the inside of the house.
Alan locked up the houses and left. We had a few things left to move inside the Main House but we were done. We had survived our first supervised access to the Lock-Out on Parcel B.
After we had settled all the newly moved stuff into the Main House, I started the new routine of putting The Drops in my infected eye. I hadn't had a chance to start them on Lock-Out day with all the chaos. I was pretty nervous about it. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was pretty sure it was going to fucking hurt. I was already a little twitchy about my eye. So introducing anything new into it was not a top priority.
But I trusted the Doc more than I feared how my eye would react. I mixed up the drops according the instructions he had given me. Then I diluted the mixture like the Doc had suggested, and braced myself for the pain.
The moment The Drops hit my right eye, it stung like a son-of-a-bitch. My body yelled to get them the hell out immediately! But I made myself stand still and take the pain. I had to wait the allotted time, a mere forty seconds. The seconds took forever to tick by. Then I stuck my eye under the running water like there was a fire in it! It was a relief when it was over.
"Freddie Mac reports a first quarter 2009 loss of $9.9 billion, and a net worth deficit of $6.0 billion as of March 31, 2009. The Director of the Federal Housing Finance Agency (FHFA) submits a request to the U.S. Treasury .Department for funding in the amount of $6.1 billion in his capacity as conservator of Freddie Mac. Further, on May 6, 2009, the Treasury Department and FHFA, acting on Freddie Mac's behalf as its conservator, entered into an amendment to the Purchase Agreement between the company and Treasury that increases the Treasury's funding commitment to the firm to $200 billion from $100 billion, increases the allowed size of Freddie Mac's mortgage-related investments portfolio by $50 billion to $900 billion, and increases the firm's allowable debt outstanding to $1,080 billion until December 31, 2010."
Freddie Mac Press Release
Fact: "Freddie Mac was established by Congress in 1970 to provide liquidity, stability and affordability to the nation's residential mortgage markets. Freddie Mac supports communities across the nation by providing mortgage capital to lenders. Over the years, Freddie Mac has made owning a home possible for one in six homebuyers and more than five million renters."
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