Saturday, January 25, 2020

Lessons learned from moving when you are 74

There is ONE overriding lesson learned.  DON'T

At this moment, I am sitting at the SSB (day 3 of a 6-day sentence) with little to do but post.  That is something I haven't had time to do for a while now. 

There is ALWAYS something I should/could be doing if I am home, but there simply isn't the energy I need.

The "old "house is undergoing extensive work - I won't tell you the price tag on that one.  It makes me sick, but if it means it will sell quickly, that will be good.  Getting out of it has been horrible.  I am the first to admit there was way too much "stuff." I came from parents who survived the Great Depression and who were devoted do-it-yourselfers.  I taught science where we used non-conventional items for our experiments.  School budgets do not allow for expensive equipment from science supply houses! And I was a crafter. All these things meant that you never knew when something would just fit the job you were doing.

So there were a lot of things - some not the weird things that "could be handy sometime" - were trashed.  A lot was given, but there are still some things that "ninja-monkey" daughter has decided she would put up for sale on the local "Beg, Barter, Buy" sites.  Much has sold, but there is still things - in the garage. But at least the contractor isn't piling other things in that garage over there.

Everytime I empty a box two more appear.  The old garage is full - well so is the new one.  I can't seem to make headway.  More and more is being brought into the house as well.  The dining room is totally packed.  Most of it consists of things that should be hung on the walls - paintings, clocks and the like.  I am nowhere near ready to hang the paintings. 

I. Am. Just. Tired.  Bone tired.  Both shoulders hurt.  The right I worry about doing further damage to the partially torn rotator cuff.  The left - the one with the partial replacement, I worry about doing damage to the surgery site. 

With the avalanche of "stuff", we STILL have the storage unit that has more "stuff" in it.  I am just overwhelmed.  When I get like this it takes every bit of gumption to get up and move.  I just want to climb into the bed and pull the covers over my head.  I know one thing - I surely don't need to be in the middle of nowhere sitting on my duff. G says "spending a week this time of year is good because I can get a lot of work done." That is (and excuse this ) BS.  He sits and reads 90% of the time. It is still too hot, too cold, too wet or something.  If we were here for three days, he would have to leave the books at home and work.  Yesterday he cleaned the air filter on the Kawasaki.  That was IT.

So what does he do at home?  He set up the study for his computer. He brags about getting THAT done. 

Daughter, bless her, even after surgery Tuesday a week ago, is up and helping as much as possible. She is really getting around well.  I know she can't do a lot, but she is a trooper. 

Sorry for the rant.  Had to air some feelings and you got the brunt.  Guess it is a good thing I turned off comments to keep Amed (whoever that is/was) at bay.

This too shall pass.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Restricting comments

I will be not allowing comments from this point on - this is a first  - because I am being scammed with someone I do not know at all.  I don't want those comments appearing on my blog - so comments will be suspended.

I do have more to write, but right now I am really chasing my tail trying to get settled.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

So ironic

We moved next door to daughter so she could take care of us.  Remember that?

Well - turns out the ninja monkey wanna be has torn her ACL and bruised her meniscus.  She is waiting for an appointment with the surgeon to evaluate her next move.

Looks like WE will be taking care of her now.  Oh well - guess things will work out for the best after all.

Saturday, December 28, 2019


The "old" house looks like vandals have trashed the place.  While I DO so much appreciate the help with the moving - did things that weren't in boxes have to be strewn about?  Honestly, it does look like vandals have been in there.

The antiques still sit in the formal living room.  I still don't know their fate.

The "new" house master bath is filled with boxes of "stuff" that has no storage space.  The master bedroom had the mirror from the dressing table on the floor and bags of "stuff."

We are on what was supposed to be a family break in Mason.  Only half the family is here.

And the other half of the family is home BECAUSE my daughter decided she was a cross between a wild monkey and a ninja.  She did something to cause her knee to "pop" when she was (get ready top this from a 46-year-old woman) standing on the bathroom counter reaching across the way to the cabinets on the OTHER wall to check the top shelf.  Her father had just told her to get a ladder.  She is scheduled for an MRI on Monday, so they aren't here.

Plus my SIL who in reality knows NOTHING about cars and drives like a bat out of hell anyway took their SUV to Firestone.  And $2000 later it was still undrivable.  It "shook" like a thrashing machine at 70 mph. 

I think he hit something.  When I was standing in the front yard talking to my granddaughter, she made a comment about the front end damage.  After three days of taking it back because it wasn't fixed, yesterday they asked if that vehicle had hit a pothole.  I am SURE it did - at the very least. But (and he IS a good man)he would lie about it - like he does whenever something like this.  He is a known liar. 

So there are just eight of us rather than 13.

Of course, our drama isn't finished.  When we got here on the 26th, I went to our little freezer.  When I opened it, there was an "unusual odor."  Then I looked at the back of the top door.  Water ran out.  There was still frost at the top, but all the food was only cold - not frozen.  So I have been cooking things that were still very cold.  That means all available refrigerator space is taken up with food - extra food because we all brought the meals we planned.  Of course, with daughter not coming that left two days open.  But even so, enough was brought to feed 13 on each of our days.

So goes our lives.  The story is never dull.

Friday, December 20, 2019

I. Will. Never. Move. Again!

They can move my cold, dead body.  I am never moving again.  We have been actively doing this for a week now and we are STILL not moved out nor in.

First - I can't GIVE away my antique living room furniture that I have no room for.  The charities won't take it.  No one seems to want it.  I don't know what I am going to do with it.  I am about to simply take it to the dump. 

I knew that my furniture in the remainder of the house was too heavy to move - at least for me with my deteriorating back, but OMG - the dust under it.  And so many things that fell behind it.  I am so embarrassed.  SO much dust.

I still have a bathroom and the kitchen to empty, but most of the rest is done with the exception of the stuff that got strewn.  We couldn't have done this without the help, but so much was just strewn about.  So I have to get that all sorted.

Things are not all rosy at the "new" place either.  We knew that the oven smelled of gas when it was turned on.  I also KNEW going in that a new one was going to run $1500+.  We had the appliance guy out yesterday to fix it, hook up the dryer and check the garbage disposer.  He left - after $560 work, and the oven completely unusable now.  The dryer needed a new gas fitting. The disposer was toast and leaking.  He thought the oven required a new ignitor and thermostat.  Well - he replaced the ignitor and it wouldn't light - AT ALL.  Then trying to adjust that the gas line broke.  So - we are looking at a new one.  I so wish I could put in an electric oven, but I don't believe there is 220 behind that old one.  I looked under the cooktop and it apparently was always gas.  So - that is probably a pipe dream.

Shadow spends his time under my bed.  He is a shy cat to begin with, but with all the people constantly in and out - he is just as his name implies just a shadow. 

I am sure things will even out - eventually.  But I surely know why we lowered our price to buy $20K and asked them to pay $5K of our closing costs.  It is being eaten up quickly.  PLUS G's truck broke today.  When it rains ...

Monday, December 02, 2019

I am going to explode

More venting here.

Wednesday was the set closing date.  We have our kids lined up to move on Saturday.  We have the UHall on Friday. 

Guess what! No closing on Wednesday.  The appraiser dropped the ball.  He had TWENTY days to go appraise the house.  He has not done it. 

IF we are lucky - we can close on Monday of next week.  After he gets off his rear and does it, sends it in and all that mess, THEN it has to sit for three days.  Unbelievable.  Absolutely.

That means we are postponed getting out totally which means our contractor is postponed from coming in to paint and recarpet.  That means we are postponed putting the "For Sale" sign out.  That means a longer time to sell.

I don't believe this.  At. All

Tuesday, November 26, 2019


This was so much easier 44 years ago.  I can't believe what a toll this is taking on me!

Of course 44 years ago the house was smaller.  We added two bedrooms and bath upstairs.

And 44 years ago, I didn't get into machine embroidery and tried to start a small business.  So I didn't have items that could be embellished hanging around.

And 44 years ago I hadn't inherited items (of sentimental and real value) from parents and an aunt and uncle who were like parents.  Silver services, etc.

AND finally, I was a LOT younger then!