As a rule, I have an amazing life. Currently, though, I'm in the middle of a true rough patch. There is a lot going on, and I am not the picture of a happy person.
It's rare that I am unhappy. I truly dislike being in this state of being. Missing my normal happy self is an understatement, I miss Me.
Printed several large copies of the floor plan and will use them over the next few days to set up housekeeping. As much as I enjoy decorating a home, I thought that I was done. This home is complete, not including the guest apartment. It's doubtful that I will ever set foot inside there again.
The Christmas tree arrived this morning. The box is over six feet long and about two feet on the sides. I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like. Hopefully, it will be easy to set up.
Today I cleaned and spent a lot of time in thought, and then worked on several small touch ups which needed to be done. This house has been completely remodeled during the past three years. It's beautiful, a joy to do, but a relief to finish.
There is so much I'm working on right now. Braille lessons, home-keeping, crafting items for Christmas, online courses, daily exercise, pet and plant care, staying in touch with family and friends. I keep busy, and I like things that way. The thing is, that I want the busy things to be of my choosing.
The list of things I need to accomplish while there is still a little sight left is long. Getting ready to move and start a new life is disturbing my plans. Moving is one of my very least favorite things.
It will eat into the majority of my time for the next several weeks. Just finding things here in the house is difficult. Now, I have to hunt through everything to locate what I want to take with me to the new apartment. Then, it all has to be sorted, packed, moved, unpacked, put away with every location marked. That, in my mind, is a nightmare. It will be a huge adjustment trying to find my way around in a strange place, indoors as well as in a new neighborhood.
There is no place for Demeter to go outside and play. She will have to be on a leash every time she goes outside. Instead of a pet door that she has free access to, I have to take her out. Be fully dressed and out multiple times during the day and night. What a nightmare for her. She is rarely leashed, and will have to get used to it.
I'm trying to figure a way to keep her from barking every time she hears noises outside. There are a couple of white noise machines here. Crossing my fingers that they will work. Problem is that one of her duties is to let me know when someone is nearby. Now, I have to train her not to.
I'm tired. Enough for now....
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Pissed Off Royally
I have a new apartment. It will be ready to move into on December 6th. I don't want to move. I especially do not want to move during the holidays, a full couple of weeks after I do my Christmas decorating. I do not want to leave my home.
I'm making lists this week. Things to take, things I will need, things I want to do and accomplish in a new home. I'm writing out a new LifePlan, a new ExercisePlan, lists of new goals and ideas. My todo list is incredibly long.
I've spent hours going through Pinterest as well as my photos, figuring out how to decorate a new environment.
Lucky me. Put the blind chick in an apartment poolside. I won't be able to see the people there. Guess I won't get lost finding it when I want to swim.
The grocery store is a mile and a half walk. I only have to cross one six-lane street, one four-lane street and a dozen or so two lane streets to get there. Shouldn't be too bad. I will need a cart to schlep my purchases. No sidewalks, so I will have to walk in the streets.
The nearest department store is five miles. Guess I will either taxi or order from amazon.com. Can't figure out any other way to shop.
Need to arrange for wifi.
Need a letter from my doctor saying that I'm disabled and need an assistance/guide/whateverthehellyoucallit dog. Otherwise, Demeter cannot go with me. She's seventeen pounds over the apartment weight limit. However, you can have two forty pound dogs. Why not one 57.5 pound dog? Stupid crap.
I told Hubby that I need a bed. The first option I was offered was the Exe's bed. Needless to say, I declined, and not politely. Then, I was offered our new bed, or having a new one purchased for me.
I'm tired, not sleeping, lots of tears. Seeing the marriage counselor. Will it help?
I'm told by the marriage counselor not to see my regular shrink while this is going on. Not fair, that's one person I need to talk to. Because the Ex goes to see him too. Why can't she get a different one? I was going there for a year before she started.
Oh yes, the remodel is in full swing. How many choices did I get? None. The upper cabinets are mounted so high that I can reach a few inches into the bottom shelves. Everything else is completely out of reach. I'm tall, but the Hubby and the Ex tower over me, so it's where they can use them. I didn't get to choose the cabinets, counters, sink, faucet, etc. Doubt I will be asked about the backsplash, lighting, carpet or new doors.
For any guys out there who are thinking about dumping their wife. The easiest way to do it is to move in another woman. Give the new woman free reign to remodel the house. Take the new woman out places with you. Don't ask the wife. Pay all of the new woman's bills. Have the wife cook for the new woman. Tell the new woman all of the details about your relationship with your wife. Spend hours every day with the new woman. Don't touch the wife. Make fun of the wife. Make the wife get rid of her things to make room for the new woman's things. Kick the wife out, but make it look mutual. Go to counseling, but be sure to say that it won't work.
Oh, have the new woman decide what she would like for dinner out of the wife's fridge. Tell the wife what time she would like to be served. Oh, and have the wife give favorite recipes to the new woman.
Just asked about ordering the new Christmas tree. Was told to go ahead, that I would take it with me. So I did. Just bought the most expensive tree I've ever seen. Don't care what it looks like, I went for the price. By god, I will enjoy it for the rest of my life.
Pissed? Think about it. Yeah, I'm pissed off.
I'm making lists this week. Things to take, things I will need, things I want to do and accomplish in a new home. I'm writing out a new LifePlan, a new ExercisePlan, lists of new goals and ideas. My todo list is incredibly long.
I've spent hours going through Pinterest as well as my photos, figuring out how to decorate a new environment.
Lucky me. Put the blind chick in an apartment poolside. I won't be able to see the people there. Guess I won't get lost finding it when I want to swim.
The grocery store is a mile and a half walk. I only have to cross one six-lane street, one four-lane street and a dozen or so two lane streets to get there. Shouldn't be too bad. I will need a cart to schlep my purchases. No sidewalks, so I will have to walk in the streets.
The nearest department store is five miles. Guess I will either taxi or order from amazon.com. Can't figure out any other way to shop.
Need to arrange for wifi.
Need a letter from my doctor saying that I'm disabled and need an assistance/guide/whateverthehellyoucallit dog. Otherwise, Demeter cannot go with me. She's seventeen pounds over the apartment weight limit. However, you can have two forty pound dogs. Why not one 57.5 pound dog? Stupid crap.
I told Hubby that I need a bed. The first option I was offered was the Exe's bed. Needless to say, I declined, and not politely. Then, I was offered our new bed, or having a new one purchased for me.
I'm tired, not sleeping, lots of tears. Seeing the marriage counselor. Will it help?
I'm told by the marriage counselor not to see my regular shrink while this is going on. Not fair, that's one person I need to talk to. Because the Ex goes to see him too. Why can't she get a different one? I was going there for a year before she started.
Oh yes, the remodel is in full swing. How many choices did I get? None. The upper cabinets are mounted so high that I can reach a few inches into the bottom shelves. Everything else is completely out of reach. I'm tall, but the Hubby and the Ex tower over me, so it's where they can use them. I didn't get to choose the cabinets, counters, sink, faucet, etc. Doubt I will be asked about the backsplash, lighting, carpet or new doors.
For any guys out there who are thinking about dumping their wife. The easiest way to do it is to move in another woman. Give the new woman free reign to remodel the house. Take the new woman out places with you. Don't ask the wife. Pay all of the new woman's bills. Have the wife cook for the new woman. Tell the new woman all of the details about your relationship with your wife. Spend hours every day with the new woman. Don't touch the wife. Make fun of the wife. Make the wife get rid of her things to make room for the new woman's things. Kick the wife out, but make it look mutual. Go to counseling, but be sure to say that it won't work.
Oh, have the new woman decide what she would like for dinner out of the wife's fridge. Tell the wife what time she would like to be served. Oh, and have the wife give favorite recipes to the new woman.
Just asked about ordering the new Christmas tree. Was told to go ahead, that I would take it with me. So I did. Just bought the most expensive tree I've ever seen. Don't care what it looks like, I went for the price. By god, I will enjoy it for the rest of my life.
Pissed? Think about it. Yeah, I'm pissed off.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)