I am in limbo and I don't think I like it too much.
On Monday I packed up all the necessities - clothes for school - toiletries - lap top - kindle - food stuffs - well you get the idea - and moved out of my lil townhouse and into eldest daughter's house for 6 weeks.
Don't get me wrong - I love being with family - and daughter (I think) loves having me here. It's just - well I am a guest - and it feels odd.
Today the movers come and pack up the stuff moving to Kingston - and then tomorrow the truck and me will move on down the highway to Kingston - where I will have 24 hours IF I am lucky - to unpack as much as possible before I head back here on Sunday.
Next week I will clean out all the junk left - clean out the dust bunnies - sparkle the lil townhouse up a bit - and then next Friday I will sign all the papers necessary to actually finalize the sale.
And then I will have 4 weeks till I can load up all the odds and ends and head down the highway on the final leg of my journey - to my new city - my new home - my new life!
and no I am not talking about animal names....
The other day I sent W a quickie email - and feeling a tad cheeky - I started it off with "Hi sweetie" I think W had a stroke when he read it - that's all he talks about with me - or so I thought.
Today when I got home from work I went to read some blogs and was over on the Heron Clan where swan was talking about tingling down to her toes when she is called "baby"
I went to leave a comment and shock surprise!! W had left one - and managed to work into it how "someone" called him sweetie........ now if I didn't know better I would think W doesn't much like being called "sweetie"...... I'm not too sure I am gonna stop either... I might even add more pet names .............. gotta keep him on his toes right???
Well miss ashes is safely ensconced in Kingston with all her toys and blankets and food and food bowls and water bowls. And has staked out her hidey hole and has practiced her "indignant" walk/look. W and I had a wonderful last quiet weekend together. We went to a rope workshop and a munch and even squeezed in some light gardening.
I love the tree in the front yard................
I dug out some weeds in the strange lil front garden..............
And then I got on the 2 o'clock train and came back to the mess that is now my empty shell of a home. I was kinda excited about camping out in my living room - between the boxes and mess. My plan was to be up at the crack of dawn and get cracking on packing up the stuff I will take to eldest daughter's house for the next 6 weeks............ get the laundry done ........... sort out the last bits and pieces - and then lock the door and move myself off to peace and quiet at daughter's.
However - when I got home safe and sound - the mess surrounded me. I stumbled around moving bits and pieces ............. then pulled out the bedding - made up the sofa into a bed............ pulled on my pj's and snuggled down really expecting to snuggle down and sleep. Two hours after I closed my eyes - they popped open. The sofa felt uncomfortable and lumpy - the wind and rain howled outside the picture windows bringing out the childhood fears of bogey men knocking on my window.
It was a long night
Now I face a day of last minute sorting.......... washing laundry....I have to unplug the tvs ...and disconnect the computers.... and try and remember IF I have dotted all my "i's" and crossed all my "ts"
I am truly watching a tsunami crashing towards me - I just hope the life vest keeps my head above water.
I am sitting here in Kingston - in the dining room - looking out the window at sunshine (and lollipops)
Thursday night went off without a hitch - unless you count my nearly backing out at the last minute. Last minute being when W drove into the parking lot - and the nerves got the better of me and I started questioning WHY in god's name I had agreed to come!!
But fortunately it went off well - the food was excellent - the speeches not too long or too boring or too sappy. And I survived walking through all the tables up to the front of the hall - shaking hands with all the biggy wigs from the Board receiving my retirement gift ......... and best of all I survived the photo shoot. (Have I told you I HATE having my picture taken?????)
Wanna see my gift from the Board - huh do you??? It wasn't much of a surprise as months ago I received a pictorial list of gifts to choose from...............
After all that excitement - Friday morning W and I were up at the crack of dawn to pack up lil miss ashes and all her "stuff" and move her permanently up here to Kingston.
She has a hiding place under W's train table - on top of all the train supply boxes. If she's not in there she is curled up at W's feet purring contentedly. I figure by the time I get up here she will be right at home.
I love it when a plan comes together :)
