Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Sleep Is Overrated

Six weeks have gone by since I last posted.  Six weeks that feel like six days or six hours or sometimes even six minutes.  More things have gone on during the last six weeks than normally occur in our lives during a six month period or maybe even a six year period depending on how motivated obsessed and crazed we are I am.  I haven’t had a chance to write over the past weeks because as it turns out, when time is at a premium, sleep is more important to me than blathering on uncontrollably about every little boring thing that happens in my life sharing interesting and comedic events of my life with you.  But I’ve become attached to this blog and even if nobody has missed reading it, I’ve missed writing it.  So even if this post is short, filled with grammatical errors, isn't pretty and lacks entertainment value, today, while my stress level is somewhat lower and my brain is functioning reasonably well on a tolerable (although still not ideal) amount of sleep, I’m going to briefly jot down just what has transpired in the Land of Stilwellian since we I was taken over by an alien being who sucked out my change is scary/take your time/weigh the pros and cons then weigh them again/sleep on it/don’t jump into anything brain and replaced it with a jump into it/storm the beaches/full speed ahead/change everything! brain.

As they say in "Glee":  Here's what ya missed:
  •  Ryan accepted a teaching position in Sheridan. 
  •  We all jumped up and down clapping and I shouted “I guess we’re moving to Sheridan too!”
  • We all spent hours and hours at Leslie and Ryan’s house painting, packing, cleaning, tiling and moving furniture.
  •  We helped at Leslie and Ryan’s garage sale where we got rid of parted with some of our junk precious possessions.  
  • We spent two days (a week apart) in Sheridan checking out the real estate in preparation for purchasing the perfect house “sometime in the next two years.”  The last house we looked at on the last house hunting day was "the one".   I nearly begged Dean to let me call and make an offer even though it had everything I said I didn't want.  A huge lawn to mow, septic, propane heat, and is five miles from town.
 
Our creek -- running alongside our property
Family Room

Front of House and Dean's "man cave" aka garage

View from family room of part of our 1.5 acres

  •   Dean began searching for my brain.

And what's been happening the past six weeks: 

 *  I spent hours talking to “Luke the Banker” … oh, if only I had time to post about my experiences with “Luke the Banker” … oh, how I could go on …

 *   Dean tried to plant a vegetable garden.

*   I intermittently worried I’d jumped into this whole buy a house and move thing too quickly and had moments of fear and panic when my chest got so tight it felt like I might be having heart issues.  I didn't add chest pains to my list of worries though because I'd already learned from my ER visit last fall (when I was worrying about how I'd get us from the airport to our vacation rental in Edinburgh) that chest pains are just my own special reaction to stress.

*   It was hot.

*   Most days I was exhausted.

*   Leslie and Ryan moved in with us.  Our house went from two adults and two cats to four adults, three children, two cats, a salamander and all the paraphernalia, clothing and toys that accompany them.

*  Weeds took over the garden.

*   Pierce got a puppy for his birthday.

Baxter.  Angus' brother.
*  We got a puppy.


Sir Angus Wallace MacDuff (Labradoodle/Bernese Mtn. Dog Mix)

*   Dean intensified the search for my brain.

*  We spent a whole day stringing a fence and building an it’ll-do-for-now gate in the backyard.

*  We took turns getting up at night with the puppy.

*   Myra got two gerbils for her birthday.

*   It got hotter.

*  Our house now included four adults, three children, two cats, a salamander two puppies, two gerbils and all the paraphernalia, clothing and toys that accompany them.
  
*   Myra said she “loves rodents because rodents are small and they scamper.”

*   We decided to use the next two years to fix all the things we would need to fix before selling our own house.

*   I was still exhausted.

*  An electrician replaced a ceiling fan, under-counter kitchen lights and a couple of broken switches.

*   A roofer replaced some missing shingles.

*   Two people gave me bids on repairing stonework on our garage.

Abby came home for a week to visit.  Yippeee!!!  She asked why we are fixing everything now when we said we would take care of it over a two-year period.

*   I collected and tried to organize ten inches of paper from "Luke the Banker" and our realtor.

*  We took Abby to meet Jorge in Omaha and visit family in Lincoln.

Abby sent in the VISA paperwork for Jorge.  Yippee!  Yippee!!  Yippee!!!

Fires burned around Wyoming and Colorado, it was 87 degrees in our house when we returned home from Lincoln and it smelled like we'd lit a campfire in the living room.

We got a bid for central air conditioning.

*  We spent a weekend in Denver visiting friends.

*   We drove to Sheridan and closed on our retirement home.


And here’s what’s comin’ up:

 *  Central air conditioning will be installed in our Casper house on Friday (Sheridan house already has it!)

*  We’re still going to be getting up in the night with a puppy.

*   Stonework will be repaired on the garage.

*  A “for real” gate will be built.

*   A puppy door will be installed in the garage door.

We will help load up two adults, three children a puppy, two gerbils, a salamander and all the paraphanelia that goes with them and unload them in Sheridan.

*  There will be crying after two adults, three children a puppy, two gerbils, a salamander and all the paraphanelia that goes with them have moved to Sheridan.

*  We will be trying to live in and maintain two houses for two years hoping that what we need or want at that moment isn’t always at the other house.

*  We will be spending as many weekends and any other days we can manage up in Sheridan.

*   I have a feeling we are going to need new tires or a new car or both.

*   Dean's search for my brain will continue.

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4 comments:

Abby said...

I wondered where your brain went for awhile too, or at least the part that worries, worries, worries before doing something. Angus will love that creek!

Lesley Collins said...

You need more to do. (:

Art Elser said...

I would have written a comment here earlier, but after reading your blog I had to take a long nap. My goodness, what in the world are you doing? I know, searching for your brain. Have you been into the espresso again?

How did it get so green in Sheridan? It certainly seems more wooded and green than Casper. You'll love having the creek there in Sheridan, except when mosquitos are breeding. Can you fish in it?

KleinsteMotte said...

It seems like you have had a hot spell in more ways than one. Puppies and two houses is a lot to carry on. Hope it goes well.