Okay, not permanent yet, but permanent-ish (Or permanent, but I’ll need to do an extended weekend visit to Colorado in a week or so.) and right now the house looks like a hastilly set up camp (inserts reminder that men are NOT simple, they’re just a different species*. WHO THE HECK PILES STUFF MARKED STORAGE ON THE STOVE? MEN THAT’S WHO.) It’s not their fault.
Speaking of, this house was inhabited by a single man for 10 to 15 years, which means I need to clean every surface. Twice.
So…. what happened? Well, younger son said he was going to deliver me here the 28th, then extended it to the 29th… and then a disaster occurred, (a real disaster, which took both of us 8 hours to fix.) And then yesterday…. (shifty eyes) there probably as no duct tape involved. We still had plastic wrap from the delicate furniture. However the words “I’m not going to live with a depressed writer for nobody” were uttered, and next thing I knew I was in the moving van and headed home. Look, he’s 6’4″. I’m a head smaller.
Anyway, he has arranged for people to do what I would normally have done. I still have — maybe — a day’s work there. But he says he’s going to do his damnedest to make sure I don’t have more than three/four days back there, before the thing is done. Most of it cleaning. He says he’ll pick me up next Saturday or Sunday. (I’ll leave posts scheduled for that time.)
So, give me a couple of days to be back to posting regularly, though I’ll do something every day, now I have internet. I’m just SO tired, and I’m going to have to set up the kitchen. Which is difficult as what this kitchen REALLY needs is to be demolished and redesigned. But that has to wait till the house sells, as we’ve run through our savings getting it set up. I still need “functional” until then. So, working on that. Probably a little today, as mostly I want to sit and doze. More tomorrow.
On the serious side, part of the reason our plans saved and son
hotgtied convinced me to get in the van and come home is that I feel like I’m on the verge of serious illness. This had only happened twice in my life before, but then two days this week I got to the point I was so tired, I just kept getting colder and colder and shaking uncontrollably. And son is insistent I’m not allowed to just die.
So…. Trying to take it easy. Today we’ll probably still eat out, and I’ll take a lot of naps, I promise. Tomorrow I’d like to have a kitchen and office, though.
I have posts I want to write, but I’d probably fall asleep writing them. So, again, give me a couple of days. We’ll get there.
*Same species? PROVE IT. Heinlein made a good case for symbionts. Today I’m inclined to believe it.