Holy crap, y’all. Work is kicking my ASS…in a totally good way. I mentioned a few weeks ago that I have a new job (well, same job, just a different assignment and a new boss) and even though I haven’t officially started yet (March 1st is the for reals date, because old boss wanted a 2 month transition period, and whoever came up with the idea of transition periods is one sadistic bastard, let me tell ya), I’m still learning new things every day and It. Is. Awesome. Also, awesomely exhausting. The days have been flying by, and my brain is full, and I come home and want nothing more to be a vegetable, but then I go to bed and my mind starts racing.
Why is my mind racing? Because HB and I are thinking (not yet doing, but seriously thinking) about selling our house and downsizing to a cheaper model (because construction is totally stagnant and that’s what he does for work and neither one of us is attached to this house and the mortgage payment that goes with it and we might as well sell why we still have SOME equity in the beast). Thing is, the market here in Morro Bay (where we want to stay) is crap. There’s not much for sale and it most likely will take forever and a day to sell the house we’re in. In the meantime, we’re thinking about what needs to be done to this house (not in terms of massive overhauls, because who wants to do a bathroom remodel when we won’t get the money back, but more like must-do maintenance on the deck and a few other things). And I’m dreaming about what the new house might possibly look like. Even though there is no new house. But this is what I do every time we think about moving. I’m also thinking I need to start purging some of the miscellaneous stuff that has accumulated in the 7 years we’ve lived here. We used to move about every two years, which was great motivation for not keeping things. But seven years makes you complacent and bogged down with unnecessary stuff (for example…why do two people need an entire shelf full of coffee mugs?? Especially when one of the two people doesn’t even drink coffee…just the occasional mug of tea).
My mind is also racing because next weekend I’m going to Sacramento (photography workshop), and the weekend after that my mom and I are going to Orange County (family visit with a side trip to see the Terracotta Warriors), and in March I’m doing a girl’s weekend (we’re staying local) with some friends (one of whom will be moving soon and I’m very sad about that), and in May we’re trying to plan another girl’s weekend in San Francisco to walk Bay to Breakers. Whew. Lots of good stuff in there.
And it’s also racing (the mind) because there are things I want to post about that I haven’t (refer back to that want nothing more to be a vegetable comment) and things I need to post about (A People’s History Readalong) and comments I never seem to make anymore and books to read that I haven’t been reading. I haven’t finished a book in over a week, and I just ran out of pre-scheduled posts, so the blog is gonna be mighty quiet for awhile.
However, for the first time in forever I got a full night’s sleep (can you tell?…I’m rambling like a madwoman, and there’s not a drop of caffeine in my body). The brain turned off at 9:30 and let me sleep until 6:30 and now I’m waiting for HB to finish surfing. We’re going to go for our (what is almost becoming a weekly habit) weekend hike/walk. Today it’s off to San Simeon (where William Randolph Hearst built a castle on a hill that you might have heard of). We’re not hiking to the castle, but we will be rambling through the State Park. It’s supposed to be a four mile loop…flat, to accommodate HB’s still healing leg, yet long enough to give us a feeling of accomplishment. Then it’s home to clean and work on the deck and hopefully (but no promises) organize my thoughts and preschedule some more posts and connect with all of you all instead of hitting the dreaded Mark As Read button.
In the meantime, happy weekending!