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.