Life As a Single Woman

Today is closing on my new house. Yesterday I bought a refrigerator off of FB Marketplace, because the opening space was too small for my very large current fridge. I am happy to have been 'forced' to find this smaller fridge, as it is in keeping with the new Life of a Single Woman that I am entering. 

The other day I was hungry and didn't want to cook anything as my stove is now pristine (like it was brand new) and I didn't want to mess it up. Nuttiness has set in. I got a rotisserie chicken and will eat that for days in various concotions. Cleaning the microwave will happen next month. 

I have scheduled and then postponed movers and then rescheduled them to come January 5. In the meantime I will do as I have done before, and move in small carloads and find places for things slowly over the next few weeks. I plan to have the current house ready to list by January 15, which is probably a fantasy. Unfortunatly it has turned cold (for Chattanooga) this week. 

While I am still in mourning, it is not for the husband that recently passed, but for the guy he was 20 years ago, before the Parkinson's ravaged his brain. Memories spring up and knock me for a loop and I break down and then make myself stop, because crying hurts my eyes for hours after and I am just tired of that. 

I am loving the freedom and mental clarity that has returned after having been focused on living with a dying person, with all the caregivers in the house and the mess and laundry and medicines. It is lovely to have nothing going on, and having one load of laundry a week. 

My wonderful handy and clever brother in law will be my fix it man for the new house, and I will have him move and install that new fridge this week, and maybe start painting out the beige rooms into white. 

I am still figuring out where to put the litter box. There is no utility room. In fact, the washer and dryer have to go in the garage, which is not my fave, but plans are afoot to make that nicer than it currently is. 

Yesterday I broke down and bought a trio of bins to move and store the many artworks that currently fill the ledges in my living rooms. 

There are no built in ledges in the new house, which is OK, as I am thinking about hanging quilts and larger paintings in the future. In fact I am daydreaming quite a bit about being creative again. Guilt-free creative time in the studio. O my. 

The master bedroom faces east with a view of the backyard and all the trees that surround it. 

 These are listing photos. 

I will have birdsong to wake me, as if Pineapple didn't already demand breakfast at 4am.  It'll be grand.