the wheels came off the moving wagon today.
every possible bump in the road was felt, examined, investigated, evaluated, scrutinized and discussed.
over and over and over again. i spent the majority of the day on the phone or searching for documents or finding documents and then scanning and emailing them. in between all of that i was fielding calls from a little old lady who shall remain anonymous, but whose initials are the MITM's mother. she's leaving on saturday to visit her other son who lives in the land of enchantment. now, how are these things connected to the wheels falling off my moving wagon? she will be here on wednesday night until her plane leaves on saturday. yeah, so, not only am i packing up a 2 story house and trying to close on another house, but i have to make sure that on wednesday dinner is ready at 6pm and not when i feel like eating. that at midnight when i feel like packing yet another box of dishes or glassware or
widgets i do so quietly. thursday and friday will be the same, only worse, i know. no big deal, right?
oh yeah, tomorrow painters are coming here to give the next occupants an estimate on painting. that got sprung on me this morning at 9am. that was three and a half hours after i'd received 2 sms from the MITM that required me to call him. (he's ok, just some stuff that didn't happen that was supposed to happen). i had fallen asleep at 12.30 or maybe it was 1am. as i write this it's 10ish. tomorrow will be pretty much the same i'm sure. except that at noon i have a meeting with a design group. it's business, not personal. when this meeting was scheduled i wasn't packing up a house or buying a house, the anonymous lady was not closing the selling of her house and going off for a visit to her other son, the MITM wasn't calling me at 5am and yes, a host of other things were not scheduled, planned or even considered. no big deal, right?
did i mention that my bff came by to help pack up the kitchen, but ended up helping me search for missing documents. we ended up, after there was no possibility of yet another problem surfacing, taking down all the window treatments on the first floor and packing them. this isn't as easy as it sounds, the windows are
very, very tall and there are quite a few of them. so, guess what happened at her house while she was here? her lovely, but ancient dog, chole, got sick.
very, very sick. all over the upstairs carpeting instead of the downstairs slate tiles. a shitty end of the night doesn't even begin to sum up her night.
now here comes the balance to all of this
inelegance.
a man who has served his country for a few years and in the course of this service did many brave and good things had surgery today. he had suffered a few injuries over the years, one of which has plagued him for a long time. today this fine man came through his surgery and is now in recovery. he will be fine. he is the type of military man we want in service. he is a thinker, an honorable man and a good man.
nothing is ever certain in this life, but i swear, hearing that last bit of news made the entire lunacy of today fade away.
be kind to each other.
and put your social security card in your important documents file!