Here we are, close to the brink of our much anticipated life change. I am doing OK with the cleaning out part, and doing much better with the deciding what to keep part.
We pared things down to only what we can certainly use but did include the art (at least in the calculation) and got some pricing for the shipment.
Meantime, all that churns up the emotions:
daughter’s pregnancy and the family reaction. We will be gone for the “large part of it” and return for a visit when the baby is due. I am sad to miss out, sometimes think of just staying on… but the building part needs me there.
still waiting on the bank for the so called “work-out” on the loan.
still waiting for a renter
worked on the web pages with a web designer yesterday, and he puts hours and hours into it. Happily he is in the mood for some trade, but this will still cost a couple thousand, and I am certain be worth it. He is a talented artist and networker.
Still uncertain what the costs will be to put up the pavilion. It could get scary but not too.
There are several elements of the projects that have not been priced out, in addition to the above. I’d thought I’d left a really big cushion but now it is hard to tell. As new people enter the mix they bring with them special ideas and one of the hardest things is saying “no” because the cost is going to be something of concern.
So the result of all this is a nervous reaction I thought at first was hives but I now recognize as the dread shingles, a herpes outbreak. On my eyelids, the edges of one wrist, actually around and about the soft and vulnerable parts of my anatomy. Rather than go into the office today, I decided to stay home, watch the finches tend their babies, continue to weed through my personal items, and write a poem.
My older daughter is not responding to me, although did call once and leave no message after the earlier debacle. She’d better not be after breaking my heart here.
Time for a “the universe is unfolding as it should” mantra. Notes of reassurance, lots of water and B vitamins.