Winding up and down and limbo

The garden is winding down. I was given some watermelon plants this year and took a chance and planted them kind of late in the year. I hoped to get MAYBE  one, hopefully two eatable watermelon out of them. Well, tonight I went and harvested 5 nice sized melons. The biggest and heaviest one fell out of my arms and split in two when it hit the ground. It's beautiful red color begged me not to leave it there. It had landed on the rind, so I decided it was salvageable. Boy am I glad I brought it home. I haven't tasted a watermelon so sweet in years! It's as sweet and sticky as candy. I hope the other 3 are just as good. I took one to the neighbor and he said he'd be willing to take a chance on a garden watermelon. It's always a gamble for me. I can never tell if it sounds hallow when I know on watermelon; they all sound the same.
As the garden winds down, school and work are winding up. I guess gearing up is the correct phrase but it doesn't go with winding up and down.
I usually get a couple calls to substitute teach about a month after school starts. This year I started working the second day of school. Then I got a couple calls directly from the teachers asking if I could work which lead to being in the right place at the right time and getting more jobs. One of which was a full on, full day teaching job. I was so apprehensive about it but it turned out okay. Only one student took advantage of the situation but he turned it around by the time I had him at the end of the day. The worst part about being a sub for me is not knowing the students names. It makes it really hard to call on students so I end up doing all the talking. I hate that. The students don't learn nearly as much when the teacher does all the talking.
This summer I learned my ex had moved to Texas. To test it, because the source is not the most honest person, I sent him a large envelope with some paperwork. I sent it certified and restricted, which means only the person it is addressed to can sign for it. I sent the envelope was sent to his last known address and the post office immediately forwarded it to Texas. He was given 2 notices that it was at the post office and he had 15 days to pick it up. He never picked it up and it was sent back to me. Next, I talked to a lawyer to find out what my options were. After a bit of a conversation, he said I would need to comply with the court order, which is to send notice to my ex stating when and where I am moving, file the same notice with the clerk of court and then go; move; pack up. So last Friday I sent another certified, restricted notice to my ex at the last known address. I had to wait until Monday to file with the clerk of courts because they close at 3:00 pm. (I got off work at 2:45 that day). Now I wait. Wait for the envelope to either be picked up or returned to me. The first notice has been given. If it isn't picked up, it will be sent back to me on October 10. I should know by October 12 if I am free to move. Everyday I have little anxiety attacks out of what seems like nowhere. Then I realize I am thinking of that envelope sitting in the post office in Whitehall, and hoping and praying that he doesn't pick it up and it is returned to me on October 10. In the meantime, I'll close down my garden, work and finish a quilt or two for charity. Oh ya, and pack my house and 30 years of stuff.
Anyone know what to do with an old, not gonna move it, couch and chair? They are trash, not fit for human use (but the mouse/mice sure loved them!)