My goodness! Yes, five weeks ago today the movers came and emptied the big grey house. Since then I have been on a roller coaster like no other. How many ups and downs can one person endure? Well, the answer is plenty.
My household "stuff" is in storage and my personal things are with me. I finally found a box full of my handbags. When the movers brought my things to Louisville and transferred them to another trailer, I kept watching for my box of hats. Never found them, so I guess they are with the pots and pans! Living out of cardboard boxes, file boxes, shopping bags, rubbermaid trunks, and suitcases is not easy. Right now my shoes are in the garage. At least I know where they are, right?
My first two and a half weeks in Louisville were spent at my dear friend Christy's. We had a wonderful time being room mates. Each day when one of us returned to her home, we'd open the door and shout, "Honey, I'm home!" She took me to the new (to me) COSTCO. What a trip. Then one day I went to the local Kroger store for her. Now that was an experience. I was use to being the only person on an aisle at Ken's Village Market. Not so at the Kroger store. And those people can be dangerous. Lots of carts on the same aisle at the same time. You gotta' watch out and often get out of the way! I'm going to have to time my grocery shopping better...maybe at 2am????
I had a wonderful Derby. It had been several years since I was able to enjoy any of the city-wide festivities. Once Derby was over, I moved to my sister Linda and her husband Bill's home. (Couldn't come before because my bed was being used by a Derby guest!) So now I'm here, and my stuff is everywhere.
Of course, I want to purchase a home and have looked at quite a few. Rather than rush into buying something, I have signed a lease to rent a town home. It's really quite nice with two bedrooms and two and a half baths AND an attached garage!!!! The idea of a garage is great because if I can't get all my "stuff" in the town home, I can store it in the garage. The good news is at least it will all be together once I do find a home. The bad news is I'll be moving again within 12-24 months. I'm kinda tired of moving but I feel I've made the right decision. I am blessed by good advice and direction from my friends and family.
Last weekend I flew back to Topinabee to see Gracie's ballet recital. I'm sure most of you saw the photos I posted on FB. It was a terrific trip. Emily and Garrett were both sick, so I stayed with my dear friend Kathy. Her home is so lovely, full of beautiful antiques. On Friday night, my up north Thursday dinner group had a going away dinner for me. They have all been good friends to me. I got terrific cards and great gifts. My friend Beverly made me FIVE beautifully decorated Derby hats. I'm set! How kind they were to me. It was a joy to see them again. On Saturday and Sunday, we had the recitals. Sunday was my day to stay backstage with Gracie and help with her five costume changes. She had decided earlier in the year this would be the last year she would need backstage help. Needless to say, I was thrilled to have that opportunity. Sunday night, Emily cooked a wonderful dinner for her family and TR Baker's family who drove over from Petoskey. We had a great evening. I believe any mother's favorite moments are spent when her entire family is together. We missed Libby and her gang, but they were in my heart. Arrived home safely with a full heart and many new and very special memories.
So what now? I will move into my town home mid-June. I'm looking for a job and have spoken with several people about possibilities. I'm looking to work in a position where I will be meeting and building relationships with other people...possibly selling (what I've always done). But I'm open to anything and everything if you know of an opening. I want to be passionate about what I do, I want to love what I sell, and I want to meet new people and face new challenges.
I'm having fun seeing my home city again and all the changes that have taken place in my absence. I have a dear special friend who entertains me with these tours and often dinner and most importantly, laughter!
Love to you all, thank you for your thoughts and prayers, and I look forward to seeing you soon.
Please remember all our military personnel and their families this weekend, those who have gone before us, those who serve us now and those who will soon join.
xxoo
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
All's well that ends well...I think!
First of all, Maggie's surgery went very well and she is back with Nutty and me. She's still a little unsure of her footing but was starving and ate what little I was told to give her. They sent the tumor off (where exactly is "off"?) and we'll hear in a few days. I also have some pain pills for her. (What happens if people take doggie pain pills?)
Now back to the scene of the crime!
Last Thursday I survived yet another move BACK to Louisville, Kentucky, just in time for all the Derby festivities. The movers arrived at 11:30am and finished around 5:30. I made a bee-line for the kennel where the girls had spent the night, loaded them up, and headed south. Got on the road close to 6pm and arrived at Hotel Christy at 2:15am. When I arrived I was wearing a turtleneck, fleece vest, wool socks, my boots and had a coat on the seat beside me. WHEW! Came out of that fast! It was a fabulous experience! No snow, warm temperatures, trees budding (in the few short days I've been here, they now have leaves), blooming flowers everywhere, dogwoods and red buds absolutely glorious. I have been sitting out by the pool!!!!! Can you believe it? There were a few difficult good-byes on moving day, especially TR Baker and Brett. I seriously miss them but know they are both strong men and can survive without me! Ha! Ha!
So here I am. I "lazed" away Friday and most of Saturday. Spent some time with my sister Linda and husband Bill and then had dinner at daughter Libby's home to celebrate my oldest grandson, Daniel's birthday. He is now 23! How did that happen? Sunday I planned to attend the SONrise service at my church and actually got up to go. Realized I just was not ready for that. I had my own SONrise service out by the pool with the dogs and watched the sun rise. Spent quite some time thanking God for so much! I know all of you did too. We are all very blessed. Enjoyed Sunday brunch with Christy and her family. Food and fellowship top notch. Then Sunday night joined sisters Linda and Mary for dinner.
Monday began the errand day. I took the dogs to our new Vet, Dr. Mary, because I saw that Maggie was growing something under her right front leg. Dr. Mary said it needed to come off as quickly as possible. She couldn't do it on Tuesday but could on Wednesday. Oh my! So I put that on my calendar. Got a lot of running done on Monday. Also found and tried out a close-by doggie daycare. Not sure my girls liked it but the people were so lovely and received their new guests with open arms. When I went to pick them up I was told they behaved so well and enjoyed playing with the other doggies. I kinda doubt that but appreciated the compliments.
So Tuesday arrives with my moving truck from Michigan. Since I don't have a home yet, the movers had to "move" my things from one trailer to another where they will be stored until my next homecoming! Honestly, yesterday went on all too long! And I was able to grab a few things off the moving truck and transfer to my car for spring use. By the time I got home I was too tired to bring them into Christy's home (plus my "suite" looks as if a tornado ran through it!). So this morning my car was still full of my "stuff".
Maggie had to be at the surgery office by 8am and could not eat anything for breakfast. Nutty was going to doggie daycare and needed to eat breakfast. So after I dropped off Maggie, I went to drop off Nutty. Before I took her in, I parked over near the grassy area, took out her food bowl and fed her. Also, since it was a little cool today and I was actually working today, I needed some sort of a jacket. So while Nutty ate her breakfast, I was rummaging through the back of my car looking for a vest or jacket. I was startled when a lovely older woman came up to me and asked if I was alright. I turned to her and said yes I was fine. How was she? She then asked me if I was really alright. Then it dawned on me, she thought I was a homeless person. I laughed and explained why my dog was eating her breakfast in a parking lot and she laughed and said she was so relieved. So started my morning! I went on to work. The vet called to tell me Maggie was out of surgery and doing fine. I told them I would pick her up around 5pm. So my workday continued - such a lovely day to be out! Then around 4:30 I decided it was time for me to head out and get Maggie. I cut across Goose Creek Road to Hwy 22. Did not realize the speed limit was 35!!!!!!! I was pulled over by a policeman and told I was going 47. He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I had both! I told him I had just moved here last Thursday and my dog had surgery, and no, I didn't know the speed limit was 35 and I was very sorry. He said I had 30 days to get a Kentucky license. I said I know. He asked what my new address was and I told him I didn't have an address just yet and was staying with my sister (didn't want to involve my friend Christy). He said why don't you write down your sister's address, so I did. Then he went back to his car. I hollared at him to ask if this would take very long because I had to pick up my dog. He didn't answer! He came back to my car later and asked if he could ask me a question. I said of course (can you say "no" to a police officer?) and he asked me if I was living in my car. Lord help me!
So in the same day...
Twice mistaken for homeless (I didn't look all that bad!)
$158 speeding ticket (35mph is too slow)
Maggie's surgery - PRICELESS!
Tomorrow is another day! Ain't that grand!
Love each and every one of you! You fill my heart!
xxoo
Now back to the scene of the crime!
Last Thursday I survived yet another move BACK to Louisville, Kentucky, just in time for all the Derby festivities. The movers arrived at 11:30am and finished around 5:30. I made a bee-line for the kennel where the girls had spent the night, loaded them up, and headed south. Got on the road close to 6pm and arrived at Hotel Christy at 2:15am. When I arrived I was wearing a turtleneck, fleece vest, wool socks, my boots and had a coat on the seat beside me. WHEW! Came out of that fast! It was a fabulous experience! No snow, warm temperatures, trees budding (in the few short days I've been here, they now have leaves), blooming flowers everywhere, dogwoods and red buds absolutely glorious. I have been sitting out by the pool!!!!! Can you believe it? There were a few difficult good-byes on moving day, especially TR Baker and Brett. I seriously miss them but know they are both strong men and can survive without me! Ha! Ha!
So here I am. I "lazed" away Friday and most of Saturday. Spent some time with my sister Linda and husband Bill and then had dinner at daughter Libby's home to celebrate my oldest grandson, Daniel's birthday. He is now 23! How did that happen? Sunday I planned to attend the SONrise service at my church and actually got up to go. Realized I just was not ready for that. I had my own SONrise service out by the pool with the dogs and watched the sun rise. Spent quite some time thanking God for so much! I know all of you did too. We are all very blessed. Enjoyed Sunday brunch with Christy and her family. Food and fellowship top notch. Then Sunday night joined sisters Linda and Mary for dinner.
Monday began the errand day. I took the dogs to our new Vet, Dr. Mary, because I saw that Maggie was growing something under her right front leg. Dr. Mary said it needed to come off as quickly as possible. She couldn't do it on Tuesday but could on Wednesday. Oh my! So I put that on my calendar. Got a lot of running done on Monday. Also found and tried out a close-by doggie daycare. Not sure my girls liked it but the people were so lovely and received their new guests with open arms. When I went to pick them up I was told they behaved so well and enjoyed playing with the other doggies. I kinda doubt that but appreciated the compliments.
So Tuesday arrives with my moving truck from Michigan. Since I don't have a home yet, the movers had to "move" my things from one trailer to another where they will be stored until my next homecoming! Honestly, yesterday went on all too long! And I was able to grab a few things off the moving truck and transfer to my car for spring use. By the time I got home I was too tired to bring them into Christy's home (plus my "suite" looks as if a tornado ran through it!). So this morning my car was still full of my "stuff".
Maggie had to be at the surgery office by 8am and could not eat anything for breakfast. Nutty was going to doggie daycare and needed to eat breakfast. So after I dropped off Maggie, I went to drop off Nutty. Before I took her in, I parked over near the grassy area, took out her food bowl and fed her. Also, since it was a little cool today and I was actually working today, I needed some sort of a jacket. So while Nutty ate her breakfast, I was rummaging through the back of my car looking for a vest or jacket. I was startled when a lovely older woman came up to me and asked if I was alright. I turned to her and said yes I was fine. How was she? She then asked me if I was really alright. Then it dawned on me, she thought I was a homeless person. I laughed and explained why my dog was eating her breakfast in a parking lot and she laughed and said she was so relieved. So started my morning! I went on to work. The vet called to tell me Maggie was out of surgery and doing fine. I told them I would pick her up around 5pm. So my workday continued - such a lovely day to be out! Then around 4:30 I decided it was time for me to head out and get Maggie. I cut across Goose Creek Road to Hwy 22. Did not realize the speed limit was 35!!!!!!! I was pulled over by a policeman and told I was going 47. He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I had both! I told him I had just moved here last Thursday and my dog had surgery, and no, I didn't know the speed limit was 35 and I was very sorry. He said I had 30 days to get a Kentucky license. I said I know. He asked what my new address was and I told him I didn't have an address just yet and was staying with my sister (didn't want to involve my friend Christy). He said why don't you write down your sister's address, so I did. Then he went back to his car. I hollared at him to ask if this would take very long because I had to pick up my dog. He didn't answer! He came back to my car later and asked if he could ask me a question. I said of course (can you say "no" to a police officer?) and he asked me if I was living in my car. Lord help me!
So in the same day...
Twice mistaken for homeless (I didn't look all that bad!)
$158 speeding ticket (35mph is too slow)
Maggie's surgery - PRICELESS!
Tomorrow is another day! Ain't that grand!
Love each and every one of you! You fill my heart!
xxoo
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
WOW!
I really don't know where to begin.
After a really quick trip to Louisville, here I sit wondering exactly what to do. I went to Louisville to see for the first time in person a house I was very interested it buying. At first sight I really loved the outside look of it and upon entering, loved the way it felt to me. Yes it needed LOTS of help, but I knew I was up to the task. An inspector arrived, and we began a walk-thru. When we went to the basement the nightmare began. There was water leaking from the wall, running down the wall, and heading for an open hole in the concrete floor. (I think it's time to tell you I really don't do basements even when they look great!) In addition to that, the furnace had not been serviced since 1999 AND a "bug" man arrived and was finding termite damage (no evidence of current termites - REALLY?????) in the floor joists and the main beam! HELP!!!! Let me out of here. I was told all this was certainly repairable. Believe it or not, after several more hours I decided I would buy this house. It had a great location, was the perfect size for me and I loved what I knew it could become.
I spent the next 24 hours working on solutions to these problems, met with the mortgage person, made the decision and headed back to Topinabee. Just a little north of Fort Wayne my conscience got the better of me and I got off the interstate, pulled into a gas station and listened to my brain. I had two men (HC Baker and a dear friend) screaming at me to think about what I was doing. Was this right for me? Was this the best investment of my money? Could there be another house out there that was a better fit with fewer problems? AND...SLOW DOWN!!!!!! So I made a call, sent a text or two and instantly felt better. I'm walking away from that house.
I think I was trying to make this fit to simplify my situation. I wanted to have my movers empty my home, drive my things south, then deliver them to my new home. Simple, yes! The right thing for me, no!
So...here I am this morning. I'm packing up my home. TR Baker will move the last of his things this weekend. My movers will come Thursday, 4/17 at 8am and load my belongings. They will deliver them to storage on Tuesday, 4/22. They've been stored before and will survive storage again.
I will sign the "selling" paperwork next Wednesday, move out on Thursday, clean out the door, spend the night with Emily, and drive south with Nutty and Maggie on Friday. This has all happened so fast. I'll stay with my dear friend Christy until after Derby (sister Linda's home is full of photographers in for Derby). I need to think and pray about my next interim address. I do have options and am grateful. I hope within 1-3 months I will find the perfect home for me.
I am eager to return to Louisville and see and hug all of you. I have been so blessed by your support and prayers. I'm grateful I do have options and especially grateful for the voices in my head!
And yes, I still have LOTS of snow on the ground but tomorrow (Wednesday) the temperature might reach 50!!!!!! There will be some serious melting going on!
Gotta' go! More boxes to fill! Happy Spring, Happy Tuesday, Happy Life! xxoo
After a really quick trip to Louisville, here I sit wondering exactly what to do. I went to Louisville to see for the first time in person a house I was very interested it buying. At first sight I really loved the outside look of it and upon entering, loved the way it felt to me. Yes it needed LOTS of help, but I knew I was up to the task. An inspector arrived, and we began a walk-thru. When we went to the basement the nightmare began. There was water leaking from the wall, running down the wall, and heading for an open hole in the concrete floor. (I think it's time to tell you I really don't do basements even when they look great!) In addition to that, the furnace had not been serviced since 1999 AND a "bug" man arrived and was finding termite damage (no evidence of current termites - REALLY?????) in the floor joists and the main beam! HELP!!!! Let me out of here. I was told all this was certainly repairable. Believe it or not, after several more hours I decided I would buy this house. It had a great location, was the perfect size for me and I loved what I knew it could become.
I spent the next 24 hours working on solutions to these problems, met with the mortgage person, made the decision and headed back to Topinabee. Just a little north of Fort Wayne my conscience got the better of me and I got off the interstate, pulled into a gas station and listened to my brain. I had two men (HC Baker and a dear friend) screaming at me to think about what I was doing. Was this right for me? Was this the best investment of my money? Could there be another house out there that was a better fit with fewer problems? AND...SLOW DOWN!!!!!! So I made a call, sent a text or two and instantly felt better. I'm walking away from that house.
I think I was trying to make this fit to simplify my situation. I wanted to have my movers empty my home, drive my things south, then deliver them to my new home. Simple, yes! The right thing for me, no!
So...here I am this morning. I'm packing up my home. TR Baker will move the last of his things this weekend. My movers will come Thursday, 4/17 at 8am and load my belongings. They will deliver them to storage on Tuesday, 4/22. They've been stored before and will survive storage again.
I will sign the "selling" paperwork next Wednesday, move out on Thursday, clean out the door, spend the night with Emily, and drive south with Nutty and Maggie on Friday. This has all happened so fast. I'll stay with my dear friend Christy until after Derby (sister Linda's home is full of photographers in for Derby). I need to think and pray about my next interim address. I do have options and am grateful. I hope within 1-3 months I will find the perfect home for me.
I am eager to return to Louisville and see and hug all of you. I have been so blessed by your support and prayers. I'm grateful I do have options and especially grateful for the voices in my head!
And yes, I still have LOTS of snow on the ground but tomorrow (Wednesday) the temperature might reach 50!!!!!! There will be some serious melting going on!
Gotta' go! More boxes to fill! Happy Spring, Happy Tuesday, Happy Life! xxoo
Sunday, March 30, 2014
A Very Difficult Task
As most of you know, I'm moving...again! In the past three and a half years I have sold four homes. That's hard for even me to believe. Now all I have to do is find another home. I'll leave here early Tuesday morning with the dogs and drive to Louisville. On Wednesday at 10am I will see this home I have written a contract on for the first time. At 11am I'll do a walk-thru with an inspector to verify my choice. I have my fingers crossed all will go well. I'll complete a few other chores and return home on Friday. A very short trip but a necessary one.
Yesterday was a busy day for me. I met with my mover and showed him what he will move. He moved me from Louisville up north and was the only person I would call to move me again. I trust him and his company with my personal belongings. And he is completely accommodating. He will get me where I want to be when I want to be there. Wouldn't it great to move from this home to the next with no storage issues? He also brought me lots of boxes, packing paper and tape. That's one problem solved. I also spoke with son-in-law Brett who told me the closing on this home will probably occur sooner rather than later. It could happen within 2-3 weeks. WOW! I'd better get packing! And TR Baker's friend, Danielle, moved from Traverse City to Petoskey into the home they will share. TR Baker will move next weekend. Things are happening pretty fast here and my heart is beginning to ache with the sadness and happiness of the future.
When I decided to sell my home, I spoke with all three children and asked them about their Dad's ashes. (They have been a guest on the bookshelf in the den since I moved into this home.) There were some conflicting responses. I decided to divide the ashes so that each child could have a part of their Dad. HC Baker loved wooden boxes. Over the years he had come into possession of quite a few. When he died I gave each grandchild one of the boxes filled with a few of their grandfather's special belongings. I kept three of the boxes that were special to me because I had given all three to him over the years. Now I needed a day alone, certain I would not be disturbed, and I chose today.
I gathered all three boxes and the original box holding HC Baker and brought them into the kitchen. I also got four heavy duty zip-lock bags. Now all I had to do was cut open the original bag and divide the ashes. Oh my. It took me quite a while to make that cut. I had no idea what these ashes would be like and how I was going to divide them. I got a measuring cup. At first the ashes were hard like they had become solid again. (I'm sure there's a wonderful analogy there but it's not in me today.) I got a spoon and began to loosen them. Slowly I filled each bag until it appeared everyone had the same amount, and then I placed each bag in their box. Next I went to my box of very personal memories of our life together and began to select HC Baker "stuff". I choose things he had written (all of us always teased him about his handwriting - very easy to identify), articles he had saved he enjoyed reading and re-reading, and photos of him. I arranged three groups of things, each one specifically and lovingly selected for them. I added "their" stack to their box plus a photo of HC Baker and me and closed each box. Done. I had no idea this task would be so difficult.
I heard from a dear friend today who said to tell HC Baker he's got my back! Grateful...
Yesterday was a busy day for me. I met with my mover and showed him what he will move. He moved me from Louisville up north and was the only person I would call to move me again. I trust him and his company with my personal belongings. And he is completely accommodating. He will get me where I want to be when I want to be there. Wouldn't it great to move from this home to the next with no storage issues? He also brought me lots of boxes, packing paper and tape. That's one problem solved. I also spoke with son-in-law Brett who told me the closing on this home will probably occur sooner rather than later. It could happen within 2-3 weeks. WOW! I'd better get packing! And TR Baker's friend, Danielle, moved from Traverse City to Petoskey into the home they will share. TR Baker will move next weekend. Things are happening pretty fast here and my heart is beginning to ache with the sadness and happiness of the future.
When I decided to sell my home, I spoke with all three children and asked them about their Dad's ashes. (They have been a guest on the bookshelf in the den since I moved into this home.) There were some conflicting responses. I decided to divide the ashes so that each child could have a part of their Dad. HC Baker loved wooden boxes. Over the years he had come into possession of quite a few. When he died I gave each grandchild one of the boxes filled with a few of their grandfather's special belongings. I kept three of the boxes that were special to me because I had given all three to him over the years. Now I needed a day alone, certain I would not be disturbed, and I chose today.
I gathered all three boxes and the original box holding HC Baker and brought them into the kitchen. I also got four heavy duty zip-lock bags. Now all I had to do was cut open the original bag and divide the ashes. Oh my. It took me quite a while to make that cut. I had no idea what these ashes would be like and how I was going to divide them. I got a measuring cup. At first the ashes were hard like they had become solid again. (I'm sure there's a wonderful analogy there but it's not in me today.) I got a spoon and began to loosen them. Slowly I filled each bag until it appeared everyone had the same amount, and then I placed each bag in their box. Next I went to my box of very personal memories of our life together and began to select HC Baker "stuff". I choose things he had written (all of us always teased him about his handwriting - very easy to identify), articles he had saved he enjoyed reading and re-reading, and photos of him. I arranged three groups of things, each one specifically and lovingly selected for them. I added "their" stack to their box plus a photo of HC Baker and me and closed each box. Done. I had no idea this task would be so difficult.
I heard from a dear friend today who said to tell HC Baker he's got my back! Grateful...
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
I have lost my mind!!!!!! (Have I used this title before?)
Well, this time it's absolutely true! Without a doubt, I know it!
The people who bought my home placed an offer on it before they had even seen it. I thought that was the craziest thing I had ever heard. Why would anyone do that? Are they nuts? What kind of people are they?
Guess what? I have just done the same thing!!!! And I promised myself I was going to proceed with caution on my next home purchase. (I do have a reputation for impulse buying!) "Take your time and find the perfect home," said Jo Ann. Apparently Jo Ann wasn't listening.
Today my friend and my real estate friend were riding around "looking" and found what they have described to me as a home with my name written all over it! They looked at it, photographed it, sent the photos to me, and told me I had to make an offer...TODAY! It's being sold "as is" in an estate that needs to be settled. I listened to them and looked at the photos. WOW! It looks wonderful! The kitchen and master bath have been completely remodeled to perfection, and those are the most expensive rooms to re-do. I called my sister and told her to get in her car and go have a look. I told her the home was unoccupied and to pull in the driveway, get out and walk around. Look in the windows and tell me what you see. She called back and said it looks terrific. Her husband said so too. Great house they said.
So here I sit, waiting for a contract to be e-mailed to me. I'll need to print it, sign it, scan it (never done that before), and e-mail it back. Also need to scan a copy of a check as my deposit. Can this be happening to me? If HC Baker were buried in the ground, he would not be rolling over in his grave but jumping up through the dirt! He is, however, still in his box on a shelf in the den. Should I go and tell him what I've done? I sure could use his "smarts" right about now. He was always able to help me through these crazy situations I seemed to attract. He was the person who "fixed" my problems and made everything OK. (I'm sure there were MANY times all he wanted to do was strangle me.) Well, I'm on my own now and hope and pray I'm making the right decision. If it's meant to be, it will happen. I will then be able to cross the fourth goal off my list for 2014 - find a home in Louisville.
So here's my plan. I will get in my car on Sunday or Monday, drive to Louisville, look at this home with an inspector, decide if it's for me, then drive back on Thursday. I haven't told Nutty or Maggie yet, but they love a road trip! And they should be able to get a "wiff" of their possible new home don't you think?
Someone told me tonight they thought my life was so exciting. Is it or have I lost my mind?
xxoo
The people who bought my home placed an offer on it before they had even seen it. I thought that was the craziest thing I had ever heard. Why would anyone do that? Are they nuts? What kind of people are they?
Guess what? I have just done the same thing!!!! And I promised myself I was going to proceed with caution on my next home purchase. (I do have a reputation for impulse buying!) "Take your time and find the perfect home," said Jo Ann. Apparently Jo Ann wasn't listening.
Today my friend and my real estate friend were riding around "looking" and found what they have described to me as a home with my name written all over it! They looked at it, photographed it, sent the photos to me, and told me I had to make an offer...TODAY! It's being sold "as is" in an estate that needs to be settled. I listened to them and looked at the photos. WOW! It looks wonderful! The kitchen and master bath have been completely remodeled to perfection, and those are the most expensive rooms to re-do. I called my sister and told her to get in her car and go have a look. I told her the home was unoccupied and to pull in the driveway, get out and walk around. Look in the windows and tell me what you see. She called back and said it looks terrific. Her husband said so too. Great house they said.
So here I sit, waiting for a contract to be e-mailed to me. I'll need to print it, sign it, scan it (never done that before), and e-mail it back. Also need to scan a copy of a check as my deposit. Can this be happening to me? If HC Baker were buried in the ground, he would not be rolling over in his grave but jumping up through the dirt! He is, however, still in his box on a shelf in the den. Should I go and tell him what I've done? I sure could use his "smarts" right about now. He was always able to help me through these crazy situations I seemed to attract. He was the person who "fixed" my problems and made everything OK. (I'm sure there were MANY times all he wanted to do was strangle me.) Well, I'm on my own now and hope and pray I'm making the right decision. If it's meant to be, it will happen. I will then be able to cross the fourth goal off my list for 2014 - find a home in Louisville.
So here's my plan. I will get in my car on Sunday or Monday, drive to Louisville, look at this home with an inspector, decide if it's for me, then drive back on Thursday. I haven't told Nutty or Maggie yet, but they love a road trip! And they should be able to get a "wiff" of their possible new home don't you think?
Someone told me tonight they thought my life was so exciting. Is it or have I lost my mind?
xxoo
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Let me say this again!
It came to my attention this weekend that there are some people "out there" who believe I made a mistake moving to northern Michigan. I did NOT!!!! I have absolutely NO REGRETS! After I accidentally sold my Louisville home at the yard sale, I realized my life was different now. I was a widow in search of a new life. When you spend all your life in your own personal "rut", anything new presents new challenges, new thoughts, new wonders. I did look at possible homes in Louisville but felt I was not ready to make that kind of decision. Where could I go? I still had a home in northern Michigan and I loved my blue cottage. HC Baker and I had created wonderful memories there. AND I had grandchildren close by. G & G are my two youngest grandchildren and I had missed lots of their lives. This was my opportunity to catch up on those moments and I decided to take it! So, I stored my personal household belongings and headed north. These last three and a half years have been so special to me. I have witnessed G & G growing up to be delightful persons - full of energy, brains, personality and love. I have grown closer to Emily and Brett and seen the gifts they have to give their family and others. It has been a wonderful blessing to me. I'm so happy I came. I've made new memories and new friends. All of this helped me to transition into my new life as a widow. I have not been alone. I have been surrounded by family. And TR Baker came to live with me. We have both grown in our hearts to be better people. So...I did NOT make a mistake. I simply started a journey, a new chapter in my life.
Now, that being said, it's not all been perfect. There have been plenty of ups and downs. And I survived them all. Right now my plate is very full and there is a bit of a struggle happening in my heart. As I prepare to move, TR Baker has chosen to remain here. He loves it up north and has found a lovely lady and her family, lots of new friends, and he enjoys his work. I'm so happy for him and hope and pray his life continues to bloom. He will move to Petoskey (where he works) in the next few weeks and share a home with his new family. He and I have talked about this move and what he will take with him out of the home we have shared. I have decided I am not going to move anything I will not use. I'm tired of lugging around all this baggage I have! Plus TR Baker and I have continued to "house" all the things he chose of his father's. He will take all of that and begin to build his memories in his new home. His lady will move to their new home next weekend and once she is settled there, he will begin his move. I'm excited for both of them but realize his move from this home will be difficult for me. There's such comfort in not being alone, yet that's exactly what I'll be...again.
Alone. What a word. I have thought and thought and thought about that word. It's just a word. It doesn't have to describe a life. A life is what you make it. You can live your life alone OR you can fill your life with wonderful things! For me those wonderful things include my family. Jeeze Louise...they have stood by me and loved me through all of this (while some of them have had their own serious concerns). Another wonderful thing I have is my friends - the absolute best in the world! One dear friend is my Saturday night date. She calls me every Saturday night and we have a date on the phone. Most often, we surf the internet together deciding what we'll buy or sign up for, or telling each other what we figured out the previous week! And we laugh, usually at each other! My friends pray for me and I pray for them. We all support each other every way we can. Another wonderful thing in my life is my church, and I will be so happy to return to that community. I've missed my church and the wonderful body of believers who lift you up with their love and support.
So yes, I will be by myself, but I won't be alone. The Lord is ALWAYS with me. He keeps me grounded and focused. Whatever comes my way, He is there with me to see me through. And He will, of that I have no doubt. Trust and Obey...
My sermon for the day! Happy Sunday!
Now, that being said, it's not all been perfect. There have been plenty of ups and downs. And I survived them all. Right now my plate is very full and there is a bit of a struggle happening in my heart. As I prepare to move, TR Baker has chosen to remain here. He loves it up north and has found a lovely lady and her family, lots of new friends, and he enjoys his work. I'm so happy for him and hope and pray his life continues to bloom. He will move to Petoskey (where he works) in the next few weeks and share a home with his new family. He and I have talked about this move and what he will take with him out of the home we have shared. I have decided I am not going to move anything I will not use. I'm tired of lugging around all this baggage I have! Plus TR Baker and I have continued to "house" all the things he chose of his father's. He will take all of that and begin to build his memories in his new home. His lady will move to their new home next weekend and once she is settled there, he will begin his move. I'm excited for both of them but realize his move from this home will be difficult for me. There's such comfort in not being alone, yet that's exactly what I'll be...again.
Alone. What a word. I have thought and thought and thought about that word. It's just a word. It doesn't have to describe a life. A life is what you make it. You can live your life alone OR you can fill your life with wonderful things! For me those wonderful things include my family. Jeeze Louise...they have stood by me and loved me through all of this (while some of them have had their own serious concerns). Another wonderful thing I have is my friends - the absolute best in the world! One dear friend is my Saturday night date. She calls me every Saturday night and we have a date on the phone. Most often, we surf the internet together deciding what we'll buy or sign up for, or telling each other what we figured out the previous week! And we laugh, usually at each other! My friends pray for me and I pray for them. We all support each other every way we can. Another wonderful thing in my life is my church, and I will be so happy to return to that community. I've missed my church and the wonderful body of believers who lift you up with their love and support.
So yes, I will be by myself, but I won't be alone. The Lord is ALWAYS with me. He keeps me grounded and focused. Whatever comes my way, He is there with me to see me through. And He will, of that I have no doubt. Trust and Obey...
My sermon for the day! Happy Sunday!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Just when you thought you were doin' OK!
Soon to be four years ago, HC Baker died and my heart was broken into a million pieces. Quite honestly, I didn't think it would ever heal. Plenty of days it seems like yesterday and other days it seems like forever. I decided then, I would create an invisible shell that would surround my body to protect me from any future heartache. Then I went on about my business. I sold a couple of houses, made a significant move, sold another house, bought an old house, spent nine months renovating it, lived in it for three years and now I have sold it! Time to move again!
All during this time I hated that invisible shell. At first it became my friend because it seemed to be working. Bad things just seemed to bounce off me, or more accurately, I avoided bad things. I focused only on good things and the shell began to disappear. I found I was returning to some of my former self. I ventured out more, made new friends, saw some of the world, learned quite a few lessons, and gained a new comfort to my life. In the past year I decided to try a few new things, open myself up to a new beginning, see what else is out there. I used to be brave and wanted to be brave again. I wanted to give something...not sure what, but I just knew there were new experiences and renewed experiences waiting for me, looking for me. Thinking about it was exciting. Last fall I began to search for hidden opportunities. Nothing life-changing but within my comfort zone. I can do this now. The shell was gone. My heart said step out there, try this. You'll be safe.
Now here's where it gets interesting. You know that saying about men having two brains (not intending to offend anyone)? Well, last weekend I discovered I have two brains. I have the one in my head and the one in my heart. And I discovered they don't always blend their thoughts together. How is it my "head" brain sees so clearly and my "heart" brain wears rose-colored glasses? Or is it the reverse? Curious! After what I thought was a great deal of mental, emotional, and spiritual preparation, I had the rug pulled out from under me! Thought I was prepared, but obviously missed some very significant signals.
I've read quite a few of the "grieving" books out there and didn't finish any of them! They didn't sound like me and what I was experiencing. What I want is a rule book. How do you "play" this new life? How do you trust this new life? Where can you find this new life? I'm still new to this and did warn myself I could stumble and fall, but I had hope. Hope is a part of that "heart" brain thing.
So here's what I've decided. Right now, I have an incredibly full plate. The house has sold and will close in 30-45 days. After that, I have ten days to vacate. I have to get straight with the movers, get packed, find a new home for me and Nutty and Maggie, and get all the details of this home settled so I can make a new home and start again. I'm hoping to find the excitement in that!
And the shell is back!
All during this time I hated that invisible shell. At first it became my friend because it seemed to be working. Bad things just seemed to bounce off me, or more accurately, I avoided bad things. I focused only on good things and the shell began to disappear. I found I was returning to some of my former self. I ventured out more, made new friends, saw some of the world, learned quite a few lessons, and gained a new comfort to my life. In the past year I decided to try a few new things, open myself up to a new beginning, see what else is out there. I used to be brave and wanted to be brave again. I wanted to give something...not sure what, but I just knew there were new experiences and renewed experiences waiting for me, looking for me. Thinking about it was exciting. Last fall I began to search for hidden opportunities. Nothing life-changing but within my comfort zone. I can do this now. The shell was gone. My heart said step out there, try this. You'll be safe.
Now here's where it gets interesting. You know that saying about men having two brains (not intending to offend anyone)? Well, last weekend I discovered I have two brains. I have the one in my head and the one in my heart. And I discovered they don't always blend their thoughts together. How is it my "head" brain sees so clearly and my "heart" brain wears rose-colored glasses? Or is it the reverse? Curious! After what I thought was a great deal of mental, emotional, and spiritual preparation, I had the rug pulled out from under me! Thought I was prepared, but obviously missed some very significant signals.
I've read quite a few of the "grieving" books out there and didn't finish any of them! They didn't sound like me and what I was experiencing. What I want is a rule book. How do you "play" this new life? How do you trust this new life? Where can you find this new life? I'm still new to this and did warn myself I could stumble and fall, but I had hope. Hope is a part of that "heart" brain thing.
So here's what I've decided. Right now, I have an incredibly full plate. The house has sold and will close in 30-45 days. After that, I have ten days to vacate. I have to get straight with the movers, get packed, find a new home for me and Nutty and Maggie, and get all the details of this home settled so I can make a new home and start again. I'm hoping to find the excitement in that!
And the shell is back!
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