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Learning as I go
Whenever something new happens in your life there will be a learning curve.
After a quarter of a century in our former abode, I was more than comfortable. Maybe to a fault. I didn't think about where or how to put things in the pantries, the linen closets, the cabinets or, for that matter, my dresser drawers and closet-they just went where the empty space of the item being replaced used to go.
When you move-nothing goes where it once did. In this case, that's what was so wonderful about Steve buying the exact same refrigerator-everything is going in exactly the same spot. No guess work.
However, we are trying to fit 3 bathrooms of pictures and personals into 2. Our former bedroom set is no longer with us and we are presently using the customized walk-in closet for what went into separate closets, 2-3 drawer night stands and a 9-drawer dresser.
Okay, if you're getting picky about it-our new entertainment unit does have 3 drawers. No dresser this time around. Our new bed is great, but we haven't seen the arrival of the bedframe/headboard or the nightstands yet. So we're learning how to fit all the shoes, all the clothes and other items into what we've got.
So far, we're alright on this score. Luckily I hate shopping so much that what I've got fits quite well into my half of this closet.
What I would love to understand is this: This home has 55 square feet more than the last, yet it has no wall space. We can confirm this mainly because we have a whole lot of framed family pictures than no longer seem to be able to be hung, placed or displayed in any way shape or form! We also seem to have some very large pieces of artwork that we won't be able to put anywhere as well.
We have two empty rooms. I suggested that we make them into our own personal art museums and hang them all wherever we can. Steve's not too sure about this notion. One of the main reasons on that is that one of these two rooms has a temperature control problem.
By now you all have probably wished I didn't do a yearly tirade about the horrible a/c problems in the other home and how all I ever wanted was a place to cool off.
Trust me when I tell you that will no longer be an issue for me come this summer. It seems that our front "guest" room is a mere 20 degrees less than anyplace else in here. Right now, the entire home is sitting at a comfortable 73 degrees. I went to go file some clippings in the "freezer", but I had to put on my leather coat and woolen gloves before I went into that room!
I kid you not. I actually put on that get up to file a couple of magazine articles.
When we realized the lack of heat in there, we decided that somehow we were going to have to find the space for our treadmill in the office. Plus, while it sounded smart to have 2 guest rooms at the beginning, our thoughts are that we don't want icebergs for grandchildren. And no matter how much I want my parents around forever-I'm against cryogenics.
Funny, I'm getting used to things here and will even have some great news to share in the coming months, but for now-I'm just glad to be finding a rhythm.
To Leave a Message...
This has been a week of "to leave a message, please press one." Or "We are experiencing a high volume of calls, please call back at a less busy time."
When you get in an accident through no fault of your own, there's a lot of paperwork and phone calls to be made. I don't like making phone calls. Due to my continuing neck and shoulders issues (that certainly were NOT helped by that Silverado), I have to use the speakerphone option.
I'm not found of speakerphone. People complain that they can't hear you, I complain that I can't hear them and if I'm on hold and have started writing something-I forget that I'm waiting and they when someone finally answers, I then forget who and why I've called!
My absolute "favorite" is when they place you on hold for 5 minutes or more (and yes, I'm sure that's some sort of gimmick to get you p-o'd and not want to deal with the issue on hand) and then either hang up on you OR tell you "we are experiencing a high volume of calls, please call back later."
Later, as if later is going to improve their lack of answering or my mood?
I also hate leaving messages for all these various insurance people. This week I left literally 6 messages and I gave them all 48 hours to call me back. Do you know NONE of them did! Not even ours!
Honestly, I'd probably be more patient if I weren't a "patient". Also, I'm pretty sure those muscle relaxants are only relaxing my brain which has turned me into a very cranky curmudgeon.
Everything is irritating me. I was snippy to the Social Security agent who finally helped me change my address. I had to wind through all the various departments just to leave a message to have them call me back. My mention of this to this poor woman wasn't met with sympathy at all.
My new general doctor gave me a referral to a rheumatologist. We're getting off on the wrong foot. I called and was put on hold for over 6 minutes and then the line went dead.
I'm taking a few tallies: 6 calls to various insurance companies. 4 calls to the IRS-none of which were successful (they said to call back at a less busy time!). 3 calls to the new arthritis medical group and the 2 to my regular doctor. Oh, almost forgot-I had to call my HMO in California to let them know that Medicare will not allow me to have both my husband's PPO in Arizona and them on stand-by as my Medicare account.
Of course Medicare will still be deducting my Part B money that will do absolutely nothing for me as long as my husband is providing me with medical care. If I opt out however-should I ever need it, it could take 6 months to a year to get it re-instated.
This they were able to tell me on only the first call.
To share some good news, which I'm sure you're all wondering if I'll ever share with you again:
Family room is done. Kitchen backsplash looks beautiful and the kitchen is together. By the time you read this-our new dresser and the bed will have arrived and we'll have finally had a good night's sleep! (The frame to the bed and the nightstands will follow in several weeks. My husband has finished: installing 3 fans, our desks, the laundry sorter and a few other "honey dos". And thank goodness, the replacement slats on the family room blinds will be done by the end of the weekend.
Now I need to heal enough to look for a new car and get the nerve to drive it.
All in good time. I'm really hoping for a "quiet" December. I could use a little "boring".
Welcome to Arizona
Last entry-I told about not having a bedroom set, a desk, a bed, etc...
Well, I'm here to tell you the week really got better-NOT.
Nope. On Friday, our daughter stopped by with our younger grandson to help a bit with the unpacking. After she left to go pick up our older dividend she called in hysteria-they suspended him for three days. There is a zero tolerance rule and he broke it. Seems he hid a bubble gun in his backpack and a kid in afterschool care convinced him to take it out.
That didn't go over well-you see a week before a kid got suspended for bringing a toy gun that didn't look like a toy and he got booted as well. All the teachers had a talk with their classes about not bringing "weapons" to school.
So Dyl got some quality time with grandma and Auntie Sam. Then there was yet another emotional outburst. Nothing anyone needs to know-just accept that it wasn't fun. Thanksgiving was pleasant and no major "oops" were even close to happening for me to make some satirical remark on-it was just a nice afternoon.
Then came Black Friday. It was black alright. And then some.
It started out okay. Steve had to work, so I grabbed my coupons and headed to several stores. There's a plus-we live in a fairly unpopulated area so I didn't have to fight any crowds. Got in and out of 4 stores in about an hour.
The rest of my day was just making yet another trip into our Super Wal-Mart for pick up items. Then I was told to go to our son's store (he manages the La-Z-Boy Bedroom and Dining store) to pick out the bedroom set and bed.
It was dark now. My husband and son had parked in the back. My car was in the front. I didn't get a half mile away when I was hit head on by a stupid guy in a large Silverado truck. I say stupid because he was speeding on a red light with his kid in the cab.
I heard the hit and the next thing I knew was that two good Samaritans were knocking on my window asking me if I was trapped because my car was smoking and I had to get out.
I had enough sense left to phone my husband and tell him I was hit and to come back. The two strangers got me out. By then the fire and police had descended on me and then the EMTs.
That was really fun.
I'll spare the details. Suffice to say my husband and son got back to the spot. I am one very lucky woman. The front of my PT Cruiser was completely crushed. It's totaled and worth nothing, since it was almost 10 years old.
Sigh. I really loved that car.
But-somehow, while I am one big ball of bruises, bumps, air bag burns and lots of pain, I didn't break a single bone!
I think by now you all know I'm more of a spiritual than a real religious person-but I am thinking that God must be there because the look of my former front end tells me I shouldn't be here to write this entire entry.
Oh, and through all of this-I turned 55. Wow, I hope from this point on-the activity of this year slows down. Because I think I've had all the "fun" I can handle for now.
Moving is not for the weak of heart
This Thanksgiving I am grateful for a lot. Just to name a few items:
I am once again living with my husband.
I am close to my kids.
My new home is no longer looking like a poster child on the dangers of buying paint off the "oops" stand at Home Depot.
And, of course, that we almost have the last few months behind us.
I know you're all waiting for it, so here's the flip side of all this:
Murphy's Law is alive and feeling mighty frisky. On the day escrow was supposed to close-our buyer found out that her credit score went down and the bank was threatening to yank the loan!!!
Because Time Warner combined her account with someone who was delinquent for $11 and we are all suffering the effects. Yes, we almost had to start over because of a mistake for $11!
In case you're wondering, I did clean up the last paragraph from the words that I was originally saying. The worst part-it happened on Friday, 4:30-before Veteran's Day. So the house didn't close. This woman wants our house, we want to have our house and the escrow people are giving all of us GRIEF.
I can understand it from the banks side-but really? $11?? Whatever. We left with our realtors all drawing up a sizeable rental contract to cover the first 10 days and beyond, if necessary. Presumably after Time Warner realized their error they informed the credit bureau whom sent word to the bank. Unfortunately, we are now at a standstill because of Thanksgiving.
No, the "fun" didn't end there. Steve flew out as planned and hit the ground running-packing, loading and trying to make all the relatives happy all at the same time. Before I even got to my 55th birthday and leaving Orange County, we celebrated this event twice and then two more times after we arrived in New River.
Now comes the real fun happening. When I saw the truck, my first blurted out thought was-"Honey, no way is all our furniture getting in that truck." Steve said he knew what he was doing and insisted it was all getting in there.
By 3 p.m.-he was now telling me that it was time we got rid of our bookcases, our desks, our bedroom furniture and last but not least-our Cal King bed!!! He said he'd plead with the Salvation Army to include all of this since the pieces we were supposed to donate (a coffee table and matching end table, 3 leather barstools, a custom picture table and some smaller objects were all dispersed between some window salesmen-I swear- and the family member helping him)were no longer there.
The bed got thrown into the mix when the mattress caved from the weight and being hung with two few people holding onto the "mammoth with no bone structure".
I was so mad I swear steam was coming out of my ears. What were we supposed to sleep on?
Steve said we had our nephew's old double mattress at our son and daughter-in-law's home and we would borrow it until we got a new bed.
Seriously. The man thought we'd be okay going from a Cal King with bells and whistles to a teenager's old double bed.
Let me assure you-WE CAN'T.
I'm posting this on Black Friday. My goal is to get coffee and some bathroom cabinet organizers at Bed, Bath and Beyond, Home Depot for new fan remotes and then to our son who manages La-Z-Boy's new concept store that sells bedroom furniture and mattresses.
As with everything-Murphy's Law hits here as well. There are no mattresses in stock or furniture either.
There's more to tell, but right now I have to get started. We all know how much I love to shop.
Are you ready Mom?
Our son called me late yesterday. Nothing unusual there.
I wasn't going to post here again until after the move, but the course of our conversation really moved me enough to write this.
Knowing how sentimental I am about this home that we've carefully evolved over the years into what I felt was our dream home, he asked me:
So mom, are you ready, I mean mentally to leave on Thursday night?
I responded with something akin to: Adam, how do you prepare to leave a place you've spent almost half your life in?
Thinking it over, the thoughts piled high and the tears have flowed.
Am I ready? No. Will I cry more when we leave the keys on the empty kitchen counter and use the spare in the lock box to back our way out of the empty structure and lock it? Yes.
Have I been taking extra time just staring at the room where our daughter and son-in-law started their engagement and then our son and daughter-in-law did the same? Yes. In my little 10×10 office where our son moved in when he was 5 am I thinking of all the little boys who played video games on his platform bed? You bet.
Our master suite where we slept with our German Shepherd rescue Lucky and our beautiful rescue white cat Snowy and then our beloved Sunshine and now Pepper-am I trying to BURN in the layout in my mind? Absolutely.
The kitchen where I've prepared literally thousands of meals, put in not 1, but 3 sets of appliances and had dozens of arguments with pre-teens, teens and fed hundreds of toddlers-will I compare that nook with the new one? Probably.
But no matter how many tears I shed or how many remaining hours I spend looking over the rooms-I will probably look at my husband and realize that we moved in here as we entered our 30's-the same age as Sarah is right now and we're leaving to start a brand new life, in a brand new home (one devoid of disgusting paint, new blinds and only one bathroom to re-model) and we will make brand new memories.
It won't make the life in this house be forgotten; it will just be that the memories will be just that-memories. What is life without those?
So Adam, to answer your question-for once, I cannot give you a firm yes or no-but I can say I'm ready to stop the tears of sadness and replace them with ones of happiness of being re-united with your dad, all of my precious children and my "dividends". I'm ready to find new walkways with a new pup, create new and memorable family dinners in my new kitchen and maybe, just maybe-not look back.
Good bye city life!
Finally got to visit my ever-lovin' and much missed husband, if only for 2-1/2 days. Boy did we have a romantic time too.
Because of my "faulty" hand and torn rotator cuff, I asked a gentleman to help me with my carry-on. A very nice woman said she'd help and we wound up sitting next to each other. Turned out she was masseuse and gave me some ideas on how to help myself with self-massage, Epsom salts, etc... Most I knew, but she was very nice and we chatted away the entire 50 minutes.
She lived in Scottsdale where Steve is working. When I told her where I would be she said, "Oh how wonderful, you get to live in the country. I've always wanted to live out there."
Hadn't thought about it that way, but I guess that's why Sarah, Sam and I will be making 30 minute treks to get our produce at our familiar "Sprout's" market and 20 minutes for any needed Costco runs.
As soon as I landed and connected with Steve, we sped off to dinner w/ the family. Then he took me to see our new home.
You'd think w/ the advent of digital cameras that I would have been prepared for the colors that the former owner put on the walls. But NOOOOOOOO.
Mucus green, slate bluish black, rust orange, dark espresso and yes, mustard yellow simply do not come out and show you the beauty that is theirs unless you're standing there in person.
Plus, most of you out there know my complete and utter aversion to cultured marble. Well, lucky us-our master bathroom not only has shower walls and tub surround made of the stuff-my tub is molded from it.
Can you all guess what our first huge project will be????
Anyway, Steve and I picked out the new paint, started the painter on that task. We picked out and ordered new window coverings for the few areas that don't have nice plantation shutters covering them, we picked/bought and hired the contractor to put up the new backsplash in the kitchen and we picked out and bought the room fans for those without those items as well.
I do like my new kitchen. I have more work space than I thought and Steve ordered the lazy Susan for the corner cabinet that needed it. The room sizes are nice and our new office is narrow, but will do quite nicely. Our front porch has a beautiful desert view and our grandsons were happy to hear that across the street is a nice park for them.
By the time I get back there permanently in about a week-the home will be much more to our liking (except the master bath).
I wish Steve and I would've had a bit more time to spend just catching up, but at least we finally got to see one another. Came home to a de-termited house (you'll note I am no longer saying home), a very upset Pepper and wishing I had something other than salmon patties in my freezer to use as my protein until I leave. LOL
I was also able to see Sarah and Alex's newly remodeled and beautiful kitchen as well as Adam and Sam's beautiful new home. We helped Sarah with Aidan's cavity filling (there's a story waiting to be written!) and picked up Dylan from K-garten.
Before we knew it my bag was re-packed and we had just barely enough time to have a bagel and coffee together before Steve dropped me off at the airport.
A little FYI-Steve is "shutting me down" on the 14th, so this will have to hold everyone until we get settled.
My plans are to be up and running and able to post before Thanksgiving, but now that I will be a "country girl"-best to figure in Murphy's Law and wish you all a wonderful and blessed holiday right now.