I have come to the conclusion that oddly enough, it seems that life can be easier when it is all falling apart. It might be a lot more stressful that way, but at least it’s interesting. And at least there’s adrenaline to keep you going. And at least there’s something to blame for being a dark storm cloud. It’s much easier to understand being miserable when there’s crappy stuff going on in life. When life is just business as usual again, it is hard to figure out the stormy feelings. It’s hard to just let them be, accept it for what it is, and stop trying to force myself into being a nice happy person, pleasant to be around.
Anyway, things on the house are progressing slowly, as expected. We had our 5 hour inspection done on our current house last week, and it passed, so now we just have to wait for the buyer’s finances to come through. And then we start packing and packing and packing. Then begins the summer of homelessness! It’s a good thing we had zero plans for the summer because these “plans” would have definitely been all screwed up. What an illusion – that we can plan anything.
On the home front, my dad is doing good. He can’t go back to work until August 28th, and he’s been told that he is not allowed to do anything more than shower and eat. This is going to be very difficult for my dad, who has never been one to take a second of down time. Well, at least he gets the summer off and it’s not the winter that he has to try and get through at home alone. He’s busy reading about heart disease and having coffee with friends. Sounds delightful to me, but it’s absolute torture for him. I’ve now got one more reason to exercise – a healthy reason and not a screwed up reason – and that is to try and escape this thing called heart disease. My grandma, grandpa, a couple uncles and now my dad…this will keep chasing me to the gym if nothing else will. And somehow I need to get my brother to join the aerobic exercise wagon. Hmmmm could be a challenge. Why can’t exercise be fun?!