It’s Friday night, there’s a thunderstorm making all sorts of racket, Charlie is mad at me and went to bed, and I just found out that my Mega Millions lottery ticket is a bust.
It’s been a crappy month. And, we’re only half way through it.
The 30-day countdown to resettling in Mesquite, Nevada began on October 1st. Since that time, Charlie and I have been busy as one-armed paper hangers…orchestrating the move, loading storage containers, arguing over furniture in the new house, going to doctor and veterinary appointments, socializing with friends and relatives that we won’t be seeing for awhile, and worrying about our Bear Creek home, which hasn’t yet sold. And, did I say…we’ve been arguing alot?
I haven’t done this much physical labor in years. Lots of lifting furniture, wrapping artwork and decor items, and climbing up and down that nasty tri-level house. Holy Cow, it will be nice to live in a one-story!
We are slowly divesting the Bear Creek home of furnishings. We’ve now packed four storage containers and have them awaiting shipment. We’ll be filling two more on October 27th, including a large one (8’x20′). Some of the other stuff in the house we will be giving to our children and grandchildren.
It’s amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in a few decades.
We will be heading up to Mesquite on the 25th for our new home “walk-through”. We will also sign some title docs and set up accounts with local utility companies.
After that, we will return to Bear Creek for the big container loading extravaganza on the 27th and a more relaxing day of spackling and touch-up painting on the 28th.
And, then, we will bid a fond farewell to our home of twenty years and head back up to Mesquite to unload all of the crap. By the end of the month, my back will be shot.
And, probably, so will my marriage.
Moving is hard on a couple, even folks who have been together for 45 years. You get crabbier as you age, and the stress of uprooting and resettling your family life is constant and overwhelming. So many details, so much second-guessing, constant ups-and-downs, money issues…you name it. Lots of things to argue about.
We will survive this, I know, because we love each other. But, it’s been tough.
The dogs don’t have the slightest clue what’s happening. Gee, are they going to be surprised when we arrive in Nevada…to a new house with a big backyard! Oh, Boy!
Speaking of the pups, Jay Jay is recovering from surgery today. The lad had some dental work done, and while he was “out” under anesthesia, our vet Dr. Black took the liberty of removing two fatty growths in Jay’s groinal region. Our boy dog is now a healthy 12 year-old, and we’re hoping that he has a lot more mileage left on his tires.
The thunderstorm has finally moved on, the dogs have settled down in the rig, and maybe Charlie and I can get a well-deserved good night’s rest. We haven’t had a lot of them lately.
Remind me not to move again. I’m getting too old for this.