So, I’ve been thinking about 2016. It’s not been so much bad — other than the death toll — as profoundly weird.
For us, there were some bad things, one of them very bad, which was having crazy landlord asking us to move in a month, when he’d previously agreed to let us stay through May and we were waiting on a short sale (our fault, being off lease). (Which came through in July.) That was the bad. Moving a three bedroom, four people, three offices household in a month is trouble enough but our move had been delayed three years because of finding a place that would rent to us with 4 cats. (And btw, selling a house with 4 cats was a no go, hence the move to a rental while we re-finished, cleaned and staged house for sale.)
There were weird career things, too, about which the least said the better, because on top of the sudden move, they brought me as close to a nervous breakdown as I ever expect to come.
But there was the good: one of you offered to rent us his house, for as long as we needed it, so we didn’t end up as we expected with the storage/hotel/cat boarding solution. (Of the three the cat boarding would be the most expensive one.)
And the short sale on the house of our dreams did come through.
There was other bad. But mostly the year was CRAZY.
Just to give you a glimpse of what has been going on since we moved into this house: we moved in and were immediately away for a month, between Liberty con and Portugal. Another month was lost to “where the hell did I put?”
September I started to settle in. And then someone else in my household needed surgery. There was a lot of work up to it, and then the surgery and a considerable disruption in our household. And then in October girl-cat got very ill. She died at the end of October and sent us for a loop. And then younger son moved out, with attendant disruption of routines and crazy stuff in household. We were just settling in early December, when my body decided it was a really good time for me to collapse. Since then it’s been holidays and doctors appointments. (Neuro on Jan 3) and then I thought I had two weeks to write in peace. And we’ve been caught up in admnistrivia relating to all the moves. Stuff like closing out safety deposit boxes. Oh, and younger son is ill. And we don’t know what it is, so he needs a specialist. And then Derpfish died the day after Christmas. It didn’t have the same impact as a cat dying (cats are people) but it still stole a day from me, because I was bummed and feeling guilty I couldn’t save him.
The stress has been so bad that I was on prednisone four times this year. JUST to stop walking around with open sores everywhere and unable to breathe.
The end result of all this is that I’m heavier than I’ve ever been, and … well, thank heavens one of you gave me clothes that fit, but I don’t recognize myself in the mirror.
On the other side … the good: Younger son moved out, and is behaving like an adult. Not on his own financially yet, but we hope in the next 2 years. He is looking for part time work, preferably related to engineering. His brother is doing well in medschool and growing more independent from us, which is also good.
Dan and I found a house we love and we enjoy being relatively near the Natural History Museum and the zoo. We’re looking forward to more afternoons off in the new year, particularly if he can work from home.
My long-standing thyroid problem is FINALLY getting taken care of. We’re organizing the house in the expectation of an at-least 10 year and maybe forever tenure (if at least one of the kids stays in CO.) And the writing is coming back. (Thyroid destroys word-competency, which has been getting slowly worse for 10 years, and you can see how that affects my writing, right?)
The end result of all these changes is that I’m getting “remodeled” as I told Dan. Sure, it’s a pain going through it, but the end result is better. After two years of sheer turmoil, we’re out of a house that never worked very well for us, and we only stayed 13 years in because were tired/ill/not functioning. A growth that could have killed me was removed while encapsulated so I didn’t need chemo. My weird thyroid issue is getting taken care of. I have no idea what the brain thing is, but the collapse is worth it if we can take care of it early. There is no scenario in which waiting would have been better. And the “things to come” are beginning to take shape, the Dan and I working and being happy in this house.
I feel roughly used by the year, just because the changes were so hard and fast. But I also feel like I’m being kicked out of my comfort zone and into trying new things. In the new year, there will be a book with Kevin J. Anderson, and one with Larry C. And if things just slow down a little, so I can sit down (okay, treadmill walk) and write, I’ll be happy.
The changes suck, but the end result of most of them is positive. (Yes, even poor Miranda and Derpy. They were both very ill and I couldn’t help them, which depressed me. I hated losing them, but they’re not in pain now.)
Let 2017 be the year I get things done, even if means reaching beyond my comfort zone and doing difficult things. All I ask for is that I can finally work.
And that you continue to be around as my support group. Because without you I’m not sure I’d have survived these very interesting times.
Let’s make 2017 productive AND happy.