it's about official.
We met the landlords at our new place today to give it the once, twice and maybe thrice over.
We worked out deals and all that good stuff.
The night of November 15th I will have a new place to call home.
Done with the thinking part of that stress.
Did I mention that I absolutely detest moving?! Did I mention that I am a total nester?!
And I'm sure I forgot to tell you that
we have stuff coming out of our ears.
I know where I am going.
The rest will work itself out somehow. Someway.
I will figure out what to do with scads of crafting stuff.
I will figure out what to do with totes filled with treasures that we can't part with.
I will figure out what to do with extra beds and dressers.
I will figure out what to do with a desk that won't fit but is needed.
I will figure it all out.
It is a charming place.
The patio (where we live 6 months of the year) is large enough to host our entire family, along with plenty of extras, for Thanksgiving dinner or evening coffee.
Lots of laughing coming up on that patio. Hope the neighbor kids' windows don't face that patio ....
Oh, and should the landlord drop in for coffee ... that'll be sweet cuz we enjoy their company.
And should I run out of sugar for my hubby's coffee ....
the neighbors are very sweet folks too!
I've been meaning to run to that soon to be new neighbor lady's for a cup of coffee on Friday morning for several years now and never made it.
Hmm. Wonder if she'll serve me coffee if I show up with bed head and in my jammies ...
About a month ago I sent out several text messages that asked if anyone was having a life-changing event in the next few months. I got negative answers from the folks in question and moved on to register for 2 classes instead of the usual one.
Saturday evening as we were sitting around visiting with Keilah and kidlets, Jari's phone did it's lovely little binging thing and from his recliner chair we started hearing sounds of "oh no ...." Apparently, our landlord has decided to put the house on the market. And, of course, timing could not be better. It looks like things might get just a little busier around here. Especially this week!
Brock moved home after Anna moved out. These were his wheels that were multifunctional. It managed to get some good laughs anytime it transported a four wheeler in the back. Sunday on his way to church someone decided to cross three lanes of traffic in front of him. He is fine but the car has met its demise.
So it looks like were down for little shuffling of people and places to lay our heads down at night. Let the good times roll!
Well, maybe not. Sunday afternoon I was contemplating running away.
Especially when we used all the fuel points at Fry's and filled up the diesel tank on our way to look at a house that had the smallest worthless pantry I've ever seen in my life. And double pane windows? Putting two sliding patio doors, one right next to the other, does not constitute dual pane in my opinion.
Oops. Off on a tangent again.
I looked at this and said .....
"where should we go?!"
Tonite I'm falling asleep reading about something called upstreaming so I headed to blogger instead. Much more fun to check out Carol's flowers than digest one more sentence about yet another buzz word .... especially when I haven't had a nap since Saturday and we're almost to the middle of the next week already!
I can't make a decent loaf of bread to save my life,
but pulla making is a way of life over here.
Although I grew up rolling out long ropes of pulla to braid,
I don't do that anymore.
The rolling pin does the rolling and a knife does the cutting.
I have a knife that I've used for years.
It is worthless for anything else, but good for this purpose.
Last week as I was getting ready to slice,
I had a surge of thought.
What if I used this instead? Would it work?
Sure enough ... it did.
Saved the counters from slice marks because I cut straight on my countertops.
So, a little sales pitch in case you happen to be at a Pampered Chef party and need something to buy. I still haven't tried it on a nonstick pan. Probably because I don't even have one decent enough to bake anything in at the moment, but for pulla dough .... works great!
This weekend marks the halfway point of my bachelor's program.
The last paper for this class is pert near done.
Maybe a tweak or two.
A couple (or more) discussion posts to be done no later than Sunday nite.
Final paper to be submitted no later than bedtime Sunday.
And the halfway point is achieved.
The new textbooks showed up from Amazon several weeks ago.
I've decided to be a little on the crazy side and double up classes.
Only for the next 8 weeks.
I think my reasoning is sound.
If I double up these two, which incidentally are the recommended ones to double,
then I'll be done with this program before I do a little traveling next summer.
Sometimes I wonder at this business.
The societal push is to have all RNs have bachelor's degrees.
It will make moving around in the job market a stitch easier for me.
Not that I'm going anywhere ... I do enjoy my job right now and
my employer is graciously financing this venture.
I've contemplated continuing on for more education after this is complete,
but I think life will have other things in store for me to do.
Other things that I thoroughly enjoy doing.
Things I will not be willing to sacrifice.
For you simply cannot keep adding to the plate and expect to give all to everything.
Something has to give.
And there are pieces of my life that I enjoy too much to give away.
Even for a time.
I'm ready for the slide down the other side of the halfway mark.
Even if it does involve a serious case of senioritis every 8 weeks!