So, I'm not exactly sure what the Universe has in store for me, but I am picking up the messages of death loud and clear. Another death this week. In the Tarot, the Death card is most often a symbol of change. Well, to that I say, "Duh." Yes, I am experiencing change like I haven't experienced it in years. I get it: The times they are a-changin'. I really don't need any more deaths to get that point. Dear Universe, please stop leaving corpses in my path. My tear ducts are going dry. Thank you.
As for other progress, I'm getting more crap boxed up and out of the house. I've moved my bedroom back into the back room and will use the front room as a massage space until I sell. Now I've just got to tackle the bathroom and kitchen. Then we'll only have a few more minor repairs and we'll be ready for that shiny sign in the front yard. I cannot wait!!!
Also, in a fit of insomnia the other night, I cut off about 5 inches of my hair. I like it, but it needs a proper cutting. Of course, that will have to come later when I have some actual money to spend on nice things like haircuts.
Okay, that's all I can muster for today. Happy weekend, a little early!
Ciao.
23 July, 2010
15 July, 2010
Demerits for Being Tardy!
Okay, so it's been about a million years since I last updated this blog. Argh! I'm sorry. I’ve no real excuse. But, in lieu of an excuse, I will tell you a little about what’s been going on so you may not judge me so harshly for writing so intermittently. So, when last I wrote, I was having some major emotional reactions to this road I’m on [to get me on the road.] Well, that has lasted for some time. And, while things are still churning emotionally, and probably will be for some time, I do feel like I’ve reached a plateau for the moment. It’s as if I’m in this disposable little plastic bubble in which I have been blessed with a moment of clarity and purpose. It is sure to be bursting soon, but for now, I feel completely and soundly assured of my footing. This whole process of getting my house on the market is taking an insufferably long time, yet I know, at least in this shiny moment, that it is meant to take this long - that there is something for me to gain from this process still.
I have, however, been quite productive since my emotional outbursts have gotten quieter. I now have four rooms in my house that have been completely patched, primed, painted and trimmed. I have another room that has been patched and primed. (It will be primed with a second coat tomorrow and painted and trimmed by this weekend.) That leaves only the bathroom (which has been patched), and the kitchen (which has been partially patched). I have also had the repair professionals replace the damaged exterior wood. (Though, the carpenter pulled a back muscle mid-job, then when he came back to finish, he forgot one piece. He’ll be back tomorrow to finish.) I got myself a small climate controlled storage unit, and have managed to pack it practically to capacity. (Much of this stuff will go eventually, but I’m waiting to see what I’ll need when I get my trailer.) So, things are coming along, if more slowly than I’d originally envisioned.
There have been a few bummers with the progress, as well. For instance, I went away for the fourth of july weekend, and came back to find some of the wall cracks I had patched have already reappeared. Then there’s the yard ... which has been suffering greatly in the intense southern heat and sun. Several of my plants are getting scorched, and I’m just crossing my fingers that they won’t die completely. (You can cross your fingers, too, if you want.)
Speaking of being away for the holiday ... you might infer that I was simply taking a fun (and looooong overdue) vacation, but, alas, that was not the case. I went to Kentucky for a funeral. My uncle’s funeral. His death was yet another loss in a string of so many of late. Charlie’s death was the first, but there have been at least ten others (animals and humans, direct and indirect relations) since he passed. I kind of feel like the Universe is trying to help me remove excess ballast from my life, but is doing so in a very challenging and heartbreaking way. Still, death is a natural and necessary part of life, and I am trying to focus on the lives of those that have departed and celebrate and honor them for their contributions.
My life seems to be getting down to bare roots. I’ve started exercising again. I’m letting go of habits that no longer serve me. I’ve been driving less and bicycling more. I canceled my home internet connection, so have been getting out into the world to use wi-fi. And I’ve been trying to smile as often as I can ... even when I don’t feel like it. I’ve been trying to see the beauty in the challenges. And I’ve been really cherishing the people who support me ... and looking for ways to let them know they are cherished. And, if you’re still reading this, I cherish you, too.
Thank you.
I have, however, been quite productive since my emotional outbursts have gotten quieter. I now have four rooms in my house that have been completely patched, primed, painted and trimmed. I have another room that has been patched and primed. (It will be primed with a second coat tomorrow and painted and trimmed by this weekend.) That leaves only the bathroom (which has been patched), and the kitchen (which has been partially patched). I have also had the repair professionals replace the damaged exterior wood. (Though, the carpenter pulled a back muscle mid-job, then when he came back to finish, he forgot one piece. He’ll be back tomorrow to finish.) I got myself a small climate controlled storage unit, and have managed to pack it practically to capacity. (Much of this stuff will go eventually, but I’m waiting to see what I’ll need when I get my trailer.) So, things are coming along, if more slowly than I’d originally envisioned.
There have been a few bummers with the progress, as well. For instance, I went away for the fourth of july weekend, and came back to find some of the wall cracks I had patched have already reappeared. Then there’s the yard ... which has been suffering greatly in the intense southern heat and sun. Several of my plants are getting scorched, and I’m just crossing my fingers that they won’t die completely. (You can cross your fingers, too, if you want.)
Speaking of being away for the holiday ... you might infer that I was simply taking a fun (and looooong overdue) vacation, but, alas, that was not the case. I went to Kentucky for a funeral. My uncle’s funeral. His death was yet another loss in a string of so many of late. Charlie’s death was the first, but there have been at least ten others (animals and humans, direct and indirect relations) since he passed. I kind of feel like the Universe is trying to help me remove excess ballast from my life, but is doing so in a very challenging and heartbreaking way. Still, death is a natural and necessary part of life, and I am trying to focus on the lives of those that have departed and celebrate and honor them for their contributions.
My life seems to be getting down to bare roots. I’ve started exercising again. I’m letting go of habits that no longer serve me. I’ve been driving less and bicycling more. I canceled my home internet connection, so have been getting out into the world to use wi-fi. And I’ve been trying to smile as often as I can ... even when I don’t feel like it. I’ve been trying to see the beauty in the challenges. And I’ve been really cherishing the people who support me ... and looking for ways to let them know they are cherished. And, if you’re still reading this, I cherish you, too.
Thank you.
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