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Time to Move

Life is speeding along and my To Do list grows by the day.  The lease for this godforsaken house is up at the end of May.  Hallelujah!!  That means de-cluttering, packing and, oh yeah, finding a place to move to.

On the de-cluttering front, we had our first garage sale and netted a nifty $300.  We will be having another one in a couple of weeks which will include the furniture.  Thank goodness for Craigslist!  I am being ruthless.  If I haven’t used it in the past 12-18 months, then I am jettisoning the item.  I’m also getting rid of my sofa and loveseat — we aren’t crazy about them and they aren’t that comfy.  I’m hanging onto my dining room set for the moment because it was my grandmother’s and I’m not comfortable with saying good-bye to it.  The kids have expressed an interest in it, but won’t be able to take it for about a decade.  Yeah, a decade translates into forever but that’s OK.

I’ll slowly start packing over the next couple of weeks.  There are other things to get done as well, but I can start packing up non-essentials soon.  We saved the boxes from our move into the hellhole, so I’m hoping we don’t need much in the way of packing materials.

The most important aspect of all this is where the heck are we going to live?  The Kracken is definitely an obstacle to finding a place.  Nobody wants a large dog.  We put an offer into one place, but when the landlords saw an adorable picture of him (it actually made him look mid-sized), they said “nope”.  I’m being patient and not rolling my eyes every time we have to rule out a place over their pet policy.

The other thing that is affecting our move strategy is my job situation.  I am actively looking for a real job and it may involve moving to who knows where.  I want to stay in the state, but I might need to move 2-3-4 hours away for the right job.

The Hunter came up with a great idea this weekend.  Let’s toss everything into storage and move to the beach for the summer.  That will buy us 3-4 months of extra time for me to sort out my work situation.  We would squish into a furnished studio or one-bedroom place with the Kracken.  I’m thinking this will relieve our boredom either by being out and about all the time or by killing each other due to the close quarters.

I’m at a loss.  I’m applying to jobs online which we all know isn’t the best way to get a a decent job for my level, but I don’t have an “in” for these companies. I need to uncover some more recruiters and chat with them.   I had one informational meeting last week and have two set up for this week.  Last week’s was interesting.

I had coffee with the Godfather of my profession.  He is semi-retired, but he has coached/mentored hundreds.  I think that meeting triggered my breakdown last week.  I realized that dammit, I should have consulted with him YEARS ago.  We walked through my skill set and he shook his head at my predicament which is that I have to spend 80% of my time doing the things I hate the most.  That’s a recipe for disaster.  Godfather didn’t have specific people to direct me to, but he’s thinking about it.  We closed with me saying that the hardest, yet most important thing I must do is to tell the sharks in my tank (i.e. other professional colleagues) that I am looking for something else.  It’s scary, but the only way out of my situation is to chum the waters…

The Hunter is leaving for 5-7 days on a hunting trip.  I feel a distance from him.  I’m not sure where we are and we aren’t having sex.  I talked to him about it last week.  More to come on that front.  Hunter, if you are reading this, it shouldn’t surprise you.  Anyway, it’s Monday and it’s been OK.

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Me in a Nutshell

Today has been a bad day. I’ve spent the past hour sobbing out of aniexty, frustration, fear, anger — name a nasty emotion and it probably raced through my body. Throw in a sprinkle of jealousy and a heap of hopelessness. Sob.

This article is very interesting. I took this quiz

https://drmargaretrutherford.com/how-to-know-if-you-experience-perfectly-hidden-depression-a-questionnaire/

and was top of the class. My achievement for today.

My follow-up suggested reading is this article:

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/panic-life/201603/3-steps-acknowledging-your-perfectly-hidden-depression

Let me lick my wounds and get some rest. I have to keep moving forward.

Oceans

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Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

I think it’s the sound that calms me.  The never-ending crash of waves is a beautiful, relentless wash of white noise.  Add in the salty wind and my soul quiets so I can think and listen to myself.

My anxiety grew yesterday until my skin crawled and my breathing grew short.  The Hunter had gone hiking so I needed to cope on my own.  I grabbed my keys and headed for the beach.

My chest was tight.  I felt tears threatening at the slightest provocation.  Then I stepped onto the sidewalk along the beach and began walking.  The wind was gusty.  As I settled into a rhythm, I began talking to myself.  OK, not too loudly because I don’t need to be Baker Acted on top of everything!  At first I began with:

  • “What am I going to do?”
  • “How am I going to survive?”

But the walking and the waves began working their magic.  The steady cadence turned my self-talk to:

  • I am not a victim.
  • The only way to go is forward.
  • I am a fighter.
  • I am an Amazon.
  • I am relentless.
  • People like me and once they know me, they like working with me.
  • I need to talk to the people who like working with me
  • I can do hard things

I walked two miles through the tourists, the retirees and every step returned my confidence.

I am a warrior.  I am a fighter.  I raised kids who are fearless and fighters and they are who they are because I showed them the way.

Courage is the ability to do something even when I am afraid.  It’s OK to be afraid so long as I’m still fighting and moving forward.  I’ll be fine.  Actually I’ll be better than fine — I’ll be great.

I’m Still Trucking Along

Work has started off with a bang and I am happily quite busy this week.  It’s almost 11:00 and I’m still at the computer.  No complaints there.  Anyway, a quick update to say that life is just fine down here.  The Hunter and I had a great holiday break.  I’ll write something about what a kid that man is when it comes to presents.  We went camping and it was chilly but we got back before the big freeze.  Now I’m ducking and looking out for frozen iguanas falling from trees.  You folks up north may have snow, ice and all that mayhem.  We have to look out for frozen invasive reptiles.  It’s kind of a reptilian zombie apocalypse.

Anyway, I started kickboxing as my new exercise routine and I absolutely love it.  I have never been any type of an athlete, but this speaks to me.  It is great for my body and my brain.  My brain has to remember the punch/kick combinations and my body is sweating up a storm.  Plus I must say that this franchise has it’s shit together with an active Facebook group, a personal note mailed to me after I joined, lots of hashtags, selfies, contests, encouragement.  I feel like I just joined a new tribe.

I’ll try to write some more this weekend, but for now just know that I am freezing my tuckus along with everyone else — nothing in South Florida is built for cold weather.  We don’t have the clothes either.  Brrr, I need to go snuggle up with the Hunter.

Fun Read: NY Times on Sex Toy Manufacturer 

For the First Family of Pleasure Products, Toys Are Us.   The uptight Trumpsters can rest assured their butt plug  was Made in America   https://nyti.ms/2jCQiHj

One Reason I’m Pissed Off

OK, I finally figured out one reason I have been in a pissy mood lately.  The holidays.  I still haven’t figured out how to enjoy the holidays post-divorce.  Thanksgiving is of a particular sore spot for me.

During my marriage, I was the go-to hostess for Thanksgiving. I’ve written about this before.  Every year we would host anywhere from 18 to 24 people.  I would take off the week in order to properly prepare for the day.  I loved it.  I make an amazing turkey — my Ex even said as much to my daughter recently. Everyone had a fabulous time, but it was a lot of work.  A lot because my Ex did little to help.  He cleaned the patio and asked copious questions — so damn needy.  The most help I got was from my housekeeper who I always had come clean the day before.  Post clean-up was all me.  Set up — all me.  Cooking:  75% me.  It was my day and yes, it was my day by choice.  I loved being the “hostess with the mostess” and when we sat outside at the beautiful tables I arranged, I felt happy.  Frazzled, but happy to have everyone around.

Guests were my Ex’s family (he is one of 4 kids) so that made up the bulk of the guests.  Then we had family friends round out the balance.  Everyone was really bummed when we announced our separation.  One family friend mourned the loss of Thanksgiving immediately.  She told me, “the first thing my girls said was ‘oh no, Thanksgiving!'”.

Fast forward to today, four years later.  Not once have I received an invitation to Thanksgiving by any of the folks I hosted over the past 25 years.  Not one.  OK, OK, yes, it’s a lot of Ex family, but what about the friends?  What the fuck was I doing for these people all these years?  I don’t even get a “Happy Thanksgiving” from any of them.  I don’t get acknowledged, contacted, na da.  It makes me angry.

It makes me angry because somehow I feel like after all those years of hosting, I am entitled to something better than what I have.  I feel like I’m entitled to at least the societal nicety of a Thanksgiving message/touch from these folks.

The first years of my freedom I would go to a swanky dinner with my girlfriend.  It was nice and I enjoyed getting dressed up for an elegant evening.  It wasn’t exactly what I was seeking, but it was nice.

The first year the Hunter and I were together, I invited friends and our sons for Thanksgiving.  I wrote about it and it was nice.   The Hunter was concerned about how much work it was for me. As I re-read my post about it, I am realizing how much I really did enjoy it.  It was about 8 people and that might be the right size.

Last year the Hunter and I went camping, just the two of us.  It was nice, but I missed the turkey, the family togetherness and all the other warm, fuzzy things that Thanksgiving brings.  We sat and watched large groups celebrating the holiday over the course of the weekend.  I felt left out quite honestly.

This year is a bit different.  Taz and her hubby will be down on vacation for the entire week.  I wanted all of us (my son included) to go out for an early lunch, but Taz’s in-laws are flying in on Thanksgiving Day so that’s too complicated/stressful for all of us.  Instead we will hang out at their beachfront Airbnb and eat stone crabs and drink champagne.  Then we will part ways for Round 2 in the evening.  Taz will join her dad and his family while the Hunter and I will join his family.  This is the first time the Hunter has spent Thanksgiving with his sister’s clan in about 3-4 years.  It will be interesting, but I’m looking forward to sharing the holiday with a family crowd.

The holidays are tough for me.  I don’t want to make demands on my kids.  My mom did that to me and it sucked.  On the same token, I also don’t want to be the patsy or somehow overlooked.  Part of me wants to get on a cruise ship for Christmas (this is a recurring destination choice for some reason) so I can just forget about it.  Even that will cause me angst because being far away from everyone has proven not to be the solution anyway.

When I first separated from my Ex, my therapist pushed me to think about the holidays and what I wanted.  Fast forward four years and I am still trying to figure out what I want.  Now that Taz is married, she and her hubby have a rotation of holidays figured out.  Very fair, very smart, very much their choice.

Last year the Hunter and I spent Christmas with my parents.  My dad was pretty much an absentee dad once my parents got divorced.  As Taz and I have discussed, he isn’t much of a father or grandfather to kids, but he’s fine once we grow up.  Anyway, I hadn’t spent a Christmas with my dad since perhaps college.  It was weird and we don’t want to do it again.

This Christmas we will probably stay put.  I don’t particularly like trips over the holidays — too many other people are traveling, it’s expensive.  Bah humbug.  The only problem is that the Hunter has a yearning to see snow.  He hasn’t seen snow.  Not snow in serious quantities.  Funny, right?  A 50-year-old American that hasn’t seen real snow.

I need to put some thought into what makes me happy during the holidays.  I think it’s a recipe that includes:

  • Family and close friends
  • Good food
  • Relaxing fun

Perhaps now that I know the holidays continue to be a source of angst to me, I can recognize it and practice some forgiveness as well as some thankfulness.  Geez, when will I ever let this crap go?

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The Hunter is a better person than me

For context, you need to understand the Crazy Lady (CL) who lives next door to us and the recent neighborhood drama by reading the previous post.   Things have settled down into a quiet truce.  We don’t acknowledge them and they don’t acknowledge us — stepson is the exception for all.  We like him.  He’s a good kid.

Last week, I noticed some increased activity at CL’s house.  Several pickup trucks there and I hear the sounds of power tools.  What the heck are they doing?  It’s been going on all week and I realized that they are doing a renovation in their house…. very covertly.

 

I want the Hunter to call his new best friend, the Code Enforcement Officer.  Yes, the aftermath of the crazy neighbor evening resulted in the Hunter having to get an occupational license for his home business, the landlady having to register her house as a rental and address some landscaping issues.  Total bill between all of us:  $500 or so.  The Hunter played this well and made nice with Code Enforcement.  He befriended the guy and schmoozed him.  He said he learned that tactic to me, but he is masterful.

But I’m pissed and I want to even the score because that was a shitty thing CL did.

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On Halloween, we heard her screaming at her stepson that she is going to kill him because he apparently didn’t clean the cat litter boxes.  Yeah, probably because he was busy mowing the grass and all the other yard work.  According to our landlady, she allegedly has 7-8 cats (violation of city ordinances which only allow 3 pets per household) and she has 2 dogs.  I can rant on and on about how the Dad is a shitty dad for not telling CL to shut her mouth and not talk to his son that way, but I digress.  Let’s return to the construction project.

I really, really, really want the Hunter to call his buddy in Code Enforcement to suggest that he take a ride through the neighborhood.  He won’t do it.  The Hunter says that he is not that kind of neighbor.  He is not the kind of neighbor that rats out others no matter what they have done to him.  Dammit.  The man has integrity.  Dammit.  I want revenge.  I want her to go through some of the bullshit that we have gone through.  Nope.  It’s not going to happen.

The Hunter is out of town for the next week.  He is deep in the woods hunting, so I am left to see the construction debris being removed under the cover of early morning darkness alone.  Today I saw the new kitchen cabinets in their open garage.  I hear the hammers.  I see the trades come and go.  ARGGGGGHHHH — I have to be a better person like the Hunter and hold my tongue.  I don’t want to, but I know it’s the right thing to do.  Dammit.  Integrity.  Nobody said it was easy….  My only hope

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