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.
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.
My late husband also had Parkinson’s for about 20 years. Our mourning has been spread over all those years. I, too, will suddenly think of the happy “before” times. Enjoy your next stage of life. Dot, who also lives alone with a demanding cat.
ReplyDeleteThe litterbox....always an issue. Do you have two bathrooms? We often use the second tub or shower for the box. Shut up the drain so the litter doesn't get down and clog it. I'm glad you have an animal for company. I could not live without my cats!!!
ReplyDeleteMelody, it looks like you are taking steps to be take good care of yourself. When did you lose Chumley? Your dogs and your gardening are what first drew me to your blog. Thank you for all of the joy you have brought into my life.
ReplyDeleteChumley had to be put down, which was excrutiating and I swore NO MORE PETS after having to lose my dogs to overbreeding diseases. And then I was 'gifted' Pineapple and tried to not get attached. Needless to say it's not working. Ha!
DeleteI do plan to garden at this new house, but this will be mostly a shade garden (which I LOVE) and with luck some containers that will get enough sun.
Nagyon boldog új évet kívánok neked! Legyen örömöd, egészséged, alkotókedved és sok barátod ! Csinálj szép környezetet magad köré! Várom , hogy rendezed be új otthonod, milyen kertet csinálsz és mit fogsz varrni! Szeretettel üdvözöllek: Klara
ReplyDeleteWishing you peace and creativity in your new place
ReplyDeleteSending you strength for your move, hugs when you need a shoulder, and silly belly laughs to give you joy. I have lived vicariously through you for many, many years and am honored to have a commissioned piece from you as well. Enjoy this new phase and please post again when you have the energy!
ReplyDeleteI understand that you've "premourned". On another blog I frequent Reba has just lost her husband to Parkinson's. She has been mourning him while being his caregiver and now there is some sadness but also a relief for both him finally being free and for her, moving on.
ReplyDeleteI've been mourning my parents, both with dementia. My Dad died last August and I had nothing left as he had "left" long before he died. My Mother is still alive but also....not. After mourning for two years there just isn't anything left.
I hope the new house offers a happy transition and works out well so you can stay a while. Moving takes a lot out of you, even if it is voluntary.