Ugh. What a week. This past week I was away from home Wednesday to Saturday for work and more. Thursday night, Friday night and Saturday was spent with my dad, husband and son, laying stone for the fireplace. One seriously massive project. It is Sunday and I am home Playing handyman, finishing home improvement project and doing final cleaning so my home can go on the market. My sister was a saint and did some cleaning and packing for me while I was gone last week. Progress is being made.
Today the boys should teach the ceiling on the inside of the fireplace. Hopefully they can start the hearth. We need to try to finish by tomorrow so the builder can get back in the space and lay flooring. We will move to the outside this week and begin the outside of the fireplace.
I finished up in the basement today. It’s as clean and organized as it is going to get for now. I ran across town for a few supplies. Now I will finish the main level, pack and head north for a few days of work.
If you have ever gone through the sale of a home you know that it is a massive amount of work. As I sat down for a few minutes to have a sandwich and pen this note I can feel the stress weighing on me. Today it is absolutely gorgeous outside and I have no time to enjoy it. This stuff has to get finished today. I keep telling myself that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.
I guess it is time to turn up the radio and get back to my projects otherwise I’ll be up all night.
This title fits several moments this week. I went solo to a recognition banquet on Wednesday. I was required to attend for work. My husband spent some solo time in a vehicle today while driving several hours to pick up a dump trailer from a friend. Lastly, today was my son’s first solo trip to the new house. It’s a 3.5+ hour drive one way. He only missed one turn. It just happened to be the second to the last turn.
Tonight was the first night we were all at the new house at the same time since the construction went above ground. I think that created some relief for my teenager. My son doesn’t handle change well and although we have been talking about this move for close to three years, today it really resonated with him that this is really happening.
I think I scared him a little when I asked if he had been in the ditch, the grass or the woods. “Tick season has started.” There was a look of sheer panic on his face. I think he was impressed with grandpa’s new ride/toy. Grandpa even let him drive it.
So my alarm clock is set to go off in 5 hours so I can make the trek north and finish out my week at the office. I was fortunate to be able to catch some baseball while in town. Tonight was a home game. A tough rival. Our boys pulled out the win in extra innings.
Baseball is a love of mine. Not the major leagues per we, although I enjoy my share of those games too, but town ball, youth baseball, traveling baseball…those I really love. There are really only three things I need to enjoy myself – flip flops, sunflower seeds and my camera. I don’t sit down much. I usually shoot 200-300 pix per game. Right now I’m trying to pull enough together for senior gifts later in the season. I’m on a mission.
We are struggling to find a town team for my son for the summer. Here in the city there are several teams at each age level and every area town pretty much has a team. Up north you might have one team for every five towns. They are hard to find. We are keeping our fingers crossed that he will find a team to land on this summer. For him it is the love of the sport and the ability to make friends and meet new people. For me – well I need to work on that flip flop tan.
Until I move I have the luxury (or curse) of working from home two days a week. Today was one of those days. On a positive note I can work in my sweatpants and don’t have to shower or do my hair. I had the TV cable disconnected which greatly minimizes distractions. I stay pretty focused with just the radio playing in the background.
Today is looked like my office threw up in my living room. There were papers and binders everywhere. I have a massive project I am trying to get wrapped up before returning to my brick and mortar office. Also today I was able to have lunch with a friend of mine – we went for sushi! It was a short lunch but enjoyable nonetheless. I even got dressed and did my hair. Ha!
One final luxury – Caribou Coffee. I got some before I came home. That was a treat! You wouldn’t think either of those were a big deal but I know how far both of them will be from me when I move so I am enjoying them while I can. There are some aspects of the big city that will be a bit harder to live without.
Tomorrow I have one more day from the living room office before heading to the north woods. The house here should be ready to list this weekend after a good cleaning. We got the trailer packed from floor to ceiling yesterday. It was secured and safely delivered today. I will also be able to attend my son’s baseball game tomorrow, weather permitting. It is sad to see this chapter coming to an end but a new one awaits.
I like to think I’m a minimalist most of the time. I have a few bad habits. Because I love to cook and because I have lived in a small town before my pantry is a precious thing for me. I like to have one of everything just in case. The basics. My pantry will be the last thing I pack and move. Right now I’m trying to get good about using what I have but a trip to the grocery store costs me over $100 every time.
Today is about all the other rooms in the house. I go back and forth between the living room, bedroom, kitchen and office. Bathroom is mostly done. Have yet to tackle the downstairs living room. I like to be strategic about my packing. Everything is well labeled with who it belongs to, what it contains, what room is goes to and the floor that room is located on (in the new house).
I can tell I’m getting tired and this is wearing on me because I’m getting lazy with my labeling. There is still enough information to know where it goes but the rest might remain a mystery.
It is gorgeous outside today. It is over 70 degrees and sunny. I have the house open. Today is one more f those days you wish you could sit in a lawn chair with a drink in hand. Each time those thoughts appear in my head I think about my future and remind myself there will be plenty of time for that later. For now – it’s packing tape and sharpie pens. The trailer will be here soon. I best get back to work.
So my husband and I don’t live in the same house most of the time. It’s the price we pay for our careers. That will soon end with our upcoming move to the north woods. Between now and then we need to put up field stone on the new house and get the current house market ready. So, the separation continues for a few more months.
Tomorrow I will be spending my day doing home improvement projects, boxing up my life and cleaning. I might do some work work in between all that too. My husband will be spending the day with my dad laying stone. It is going to be marvelous when it is finished. There is such pride in being able to do something yourself, especially something so massive and decorative. It’s the centerpiece of our new home. I will be helping soon once our home in the city goes on the market. My goal – sell it in under 14 days.
My husband will come home Saturday night with a truck and enclosed trailer. Sunday will be spent loading. That’s our one day together this week, then back to work. We are fortunate that we are both handy in different ways. You have to be a little resourceful moving to the country. The hardware store, the bank, the grocery store and the gas station – they are several miles away – not a few blocks like they are now.
Yesterday included one of those activities I really dread, having my picture taken. It’s a small town so the photographer’s studio was three towns over, about a 30 minute drive. On the way over and back I was trying to make mental notes about locations of things I might want to research or check out later. The ladies at the office made a point to say that this town has a Walmart (which I interpreted as “it is large enough to have a…”). A theme I have noted as I drive north and back home every week is that every other town seems to have a Dairy Queen. Down here every other town has a McDonalds. I guess you are a big town if you have both.
The studio was on Main Street. It is a cute area. In addition to the studio, they have a hardware store, a shoe store, a gift store, a cafe, a pizza place, a bank, a formal wear store and a jewelry store all on the main drag. It was like a step back in time. You have to cross the railroad tracks to get there. Kind of makes you wonder if you were to get stopped for a train would you just pull over and do some shopping?
The lady at the studio was very nice and professional. After I was done I explored about a four block radius and hit the McDonalds drive through for some coffee before returning to the office.
I still didn’t like my picture very much but I never do.