The place needs some love. The walls need fresh paint, the carpets need to be shampooed, the windows are filthy you can barely see out of them. I'm leaving it all. The Mr. and I are doing what we wanted to do all along. Get rid of our garbage (see above), take what we want, and walk away.
We are leaving about 90% of what we own. We are taking our clothes, all the pictures and items we can't part with, my yarn hoard (which, btw, I scaled down by half and got rid of the rest), my mama's chest (God rest her) and that's about it. I'm leaving all the dishes, cookware, 99% of the furniture, we're even leaving what ever food is left in the pantry. We have spent most of our time making piles of keep/throw/give items. And since we are leaving so much, it doesn't really even look like we're moving. It just looks extreamly cluttered. The Mr. even has a 12 x 12 shop out back that is full to the brim with tools, and all the other bits and bobs that are important to a man (because you just never know when you'll need it. *eye roll*). He also painted the master bath room. It just needed it bad.
This is a complete life-changing move. Seriously. We'll be living with our kids. It just makes sense, its the right thing to do. We lost 75% of our income when I retired, and we are just barely getting by here. Just barely. If not for family the last few months, stepping in and helping, I don't know what we'd have done. Its hard too when you're used to making good money, and having enough and plenty left over, and going to barely enough to make ends meet. But we're adjusting. We barely got by when the kids were little, before we made good money. My mom and I were pretty poor at times. We're no strangers to hard times. It is still quite an adjustment no less. Especially when our hardship is caused by my health issues. I live with that. I know, that's what everybody tells me. I'm getting there. Its a slow process.
We're almost there. Almost done. I'm leaving the town I've lived 40 out of the last 50 years. Both of us have lived in this house, longer than we lived in any other place in our lives. Its still not going to be easy.
Tomorrow I have to put in a change-of-address at the post office, having lunch with Leslie too. That will be hard. Leaving behind a best friend once again. And again, not new ground for me. Tuesday I'm having lunch with my dad. Its going to be heart breaking because he and I both know this will probably be the last time I ever see him this side of glory. That's all I can say about that.
As I said in my last post, I reached as-good-as-it-gets weeks ago. But its something I can live with. When we get settled in the new place, the Mr. and I are going to start a walk program, now that we will be in place conducive to that. I'm going to really get back on program with my sugar too. I've back-slid on the soda's and potatoes. And I'm still eating Slim Jim's like there's no tomorrow. They've become a comfort food. There's a story about me and Slim Jim's from my child hood. A sweet story. But it involves my dad, and well, maybe another day. Its just a precious memory to me.
The cough is no worse. About the same. I'm still doing the albuterol and the Respimat. I've increased the prednisone several time over the last few weeks just to get through the packing and moving things around and lifting boxes. I'm still running low grade fever a lot, and only one time it went all the way to 100. But only once now. Over-all, considering what I've come through, I feel pretty good. Nothing like I used to be, but that's ok. I have limitations. I'm hoping once we get settled and start walking again, that my stamina will improve too. We'll see.
Well ya'll, you won't hear from me again until we get there and get settled, and I'll come back with lots of things to talk about. We're all looking forward to Christmas this year. Our grand-girlie is coming out to visit. Remember I said its she and her family that are taking over our house. Our two step grandson's will be there. We're going to have baked ham, and cornbread dressing, and potatoes and greenbean casserole, and cheesecake and chocolate cake, and oh I don't know what else. Its going to be good. I just know it. We're ready the Mr. and I.
So you guys know the drill, right?
Be sweet, and be kind. And love your people real good. I'll be back soon.
One from the 80's