I’m happier in our new place. Both the Hunter and I feel like a cloud has lifted. Stress has lessened and we like our new environs. I still have some unpacking to do, but it’s primarily in my office so it can be ignored easier than other places.
I’m trying the trick of hanging all my clothes backwards so this time next year I can see if I wore everything. If I didn’t, I can more easily determine what to dump. It will be interesting to see what survives. My closets, shelves and drawers are organized. The Hunter is great to have around because he’s fearless with a drill. He puts up shelves, hangs pictures and organizes things so handily. I empty the boxes and he gets rid of them.
The only room that we are still experimenting with is the family room/living room. It’s really small, so we don’t have a margin for excess. Right now it has a daybed that the Hunter adores. Last weekend he took such a solid nap I caught him sleeping like a toddler complete with drool coming out of his mouth. I cannot deny a man the ultimate napping spot. We just need to figure out the other seat. Right now I brought in an outdoor chair with its ottoman and changed out the cushions. It’s OK, but the Hunter and I agree it’s not the long-term solution. We are thinking…recliner. Yup, just like old farts. We want comfort and screw everyone else.
We added Roku so we can stream our cable, Netflix and Amazon Prime. That lead to the Hunter adding Sling because the man is desperate for his ESPN. We have been loving all of the new channels. I binge on Project Runway until he howls in protest. He happily watches hunting shows and basketball playoffs. We’ve really enjoyed the improved TV situation.
Now that the cloud is lifting (only metaphorically because it has been walls of water for over 10 days now), I look at my work situation and say, “Hmmm, Maggie & Co isn’t a bad thing, perhaps what I need is some form of side hustle to supplement it.” I realize that I have things most people dream of: freedom, flexibility, decent income (albeit sporadic as hell) and NO BOSSES, just some crazy-ass clients at times, but really nobody looking over my shoulder day-to-day.
Speaking of bosses, after I got Robin her job, she called me this week after a couple of weeks of the new gig. She’s quitting. WTF?, you ask. I can’t blame her. Her church (which amuses me because I don’t see Robin as being religious) offered her a full-time job. She’ll be working with her daughter and seeing her grandbaby every day. Robin is not even 50 and she’s a grandmother — go figure. Anyway, she’s making less $$, BUT she was commuting 1-1/2 hours or more each way, getting home around 8:00, less freedom and flexibility (limited vacation/holidays), dress code — all those things that come with a reasonable, responsible job. The new church job is less $$ but it’s a 10 minute commute, business casual and she spends her day with her family. How can you begrudge her? The Hunter asked if I was upset and honestly, I am not. Everybody’s journey is different and if she wasn’t happy, then she needed to do what is right for her.
I’m keeping myself busy. I just signed up for some business events. I got annoyed when I tried signing up for one and missed the deadline by an hour. It was an event I created for a group that kicked me off the board (my 2nd term was up and it was time). I sent a nice email apologizing for being a ditz and asking for them to squeeze me in. Nope, they won’t do it. Yep, that’s why I don’t want to sit on anymore professional non-profit boards. No good deed(s) goes unpunished. That’s OK, it saved me some significant bucks and time — I think Karma was telling me not to go.
Gotta run, the Hunter is walking in the door and I gotta go give him a smooch!