Since the second year we lived in the mountains, Husband and I have thought that the red tailed hawk is our totem. The reason is that the second Spring we were in our house there, two hawks moved in to this huge tree in our back yard. We watched them every day until the leaves got too thick to see them clearly. We would catch a glimpse of them here and there, but I guess nature knows what it’s doing with that whole camouflage thing. Anyway, the next year, we saw two more hawks, and after some research realized that they were probably the same ones. So, on many days after work, we would sit out on our back porch with a glass of wine and watch them. They were awesome. Last weekend, when we went to move most of the stuff out of our house, we saw one of them again. Well, let me back up before I get too far into the story.
Friday, we went to our house for one of the last times after eating dinner at our hole in the wall Mexican restaurant where we had been regulars. And, what after all the complaints and rantings did yours truly do when I got there? Cried. And cried and cried. Basically cried myself to sleep. There I was about to pack up our things from our first home together. Sure, I had done almost nothing but complain the whole time we lived there, but that didn’t matter. All that did was that we were together in our house. Not a rental, one that we owned. One that was 15 minutes at the most from work. One where I would go every day at lunch and make lunch instead of packing it at 7:00 a.m. when I hardly even know my name much less what I might want to eat that day. One that we put so much work into. Yes, that house. Sadness.
The next morning was much easier although it was not without more tears. I have an image to uphold people. Come on. So, we packed and on Sunday morning, we loaded our truck. As we were loading up, I heard a bird call and looked up only to find the hawk from our back yard circling high above us. It was calling out as loud as I have ever heard, so what did I think of? Harry Potter. At the end of the 6th book, Dumbledore’s Phoenix is flying away singing a song of lament at his departure, and I am 100% sure that our hawk was doing the same. More tears.
To make our move even more fun, we have to store some of our things at my dad’s house because the townhouse is too small for all our crap. So, Sunday, we headed to Lonesome Dove’s where as soon as we pulled into his driveway, we saw a huge hawk sitting in the middle of a tree with no leaves out in the middle of a field. Out in the open where it couldn’t be missed. And, it wasn’t.
These pictures are from the first year we met them.
March 8, 2010
I’m an emotional ball of emotionality today friends. Some may say that’s every day, but I would slap them upside the head and then they would know they were wrong. There are just lots of things floating around this head and heart. Ya know, like life changes and shit.
When it’s about to be Spring, I get so giddy and impatient with anticipation of warm days and flowers that I start listening to music that makes me feel Springy. It’s that instant gratification thing. Today, I have been listening to Dave Matthews, and I will say this, when he says you quench my heart and you quench my mind, I feel that those words are straight from the gods. They encompass everything that you need to know when you are looking for love. If someone quenches your heart and mind, that’s it. Done. I could cry right now thinking about it. I feel very lucky to have Husband who is that person for me, and I wish the same for everyone, except maybe my arch nemesis JRG from middle school. Okay, I guess even she deserves it.
March 5, 2010
I’m sitting here in our new rental place, a townhouse, posting my blog for the first time in forever. Since we moved and had no internet at home, Husband has been posting the blog for me. Didn’t want to risk it at the new job and all, so everyday, I have sent him an email full of my rantings and he is the sweetest husband ever for posting them. But, now kids, I’m back! Today we not only got internet at home, but we also got cable! Woohoo! I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed Food Network, HGTV and E. It’s hard to live without such luxuries. Tonight, I watched E News and loved every minute of that trash.
Here’s an update of what’s been going on over the last week or so. One, we moved. Obviously. Last night, we packed most of our things from the Monroe house, which was way too big for us, and drove ourselves to Charlotte where we are now the proud leasers of a townhouse that’s a bit too small for all of our crap. Including our king sized bed, which is very disappointing. Oh well.
We got here last night around 8:45, and as soon as we walked in, Dog promptly took a big dump right in the middle of the kitchen floor. Actually, it was more like two dumps or maybe he was just spreading the wealth of one big one. Either way, there it was. A big deuce on our shiny new floor. I hope that wasn’t a sign.
In the middle of the night, he had to go out, so I let him out back thinking he would come right back in as soon as he’d done whatever business he could possibly have left in that little body after previous dumping incident. I was wrong. At 3:30 a.m., there I was, rushing upstairs to put on pants, shoes and a coat so I could walk around outside in the windy winter to find my dog who I could hear and who could hear me, but we could not seem to find each other. Ships in the night. I heard him whining as if he couldn’t find me or was stuck somewhere. You never know how loud you really are until it’s the dead of night and you’re outside whisper yelling. I’m sure the neighbors are really excited to have us here.
I went all around the group of townhouses only to eventually find Dog at the neighbor’s door. Yes, approximately ten feet from our door. I guess he was confused, poor thing. When I called to him, he looked at me like listen here burglar, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but I’m trying to get to my mama so I want no part of your games. I finally convinced him it was me, and we got back to bed around 4:00. Awesome. The commute this morning was nice though as was being able to sleep 30 minutes longer even though that basically just made it possible for me to survive the day after the middle of the night search.
Tonight, we are a tad bit more settled, and tomorrow we leave for the mountains. You can never accuse us of being idle. The people who are buying our house had their inspection yesterday during which the inspector realized our crawlspace door was locked and that we had a gas leak at the meter. First, we have never ever locked that downstairs door. For anyone who knows were we live and might like to loot, don’t bother. There’s nothing down there of worth. But, what that means is that someone locked it behind them. Who does that? Is it not a universal rule that if a door was locked, you lock it back and if it was open, you leave it open? If not, I would like to decree it henceforth. Husband ended up driving an hour to meet our realtor halfway between here and there to give him the key to the downstairs, and the inspector came back today to finish his job. Luckily, we just needed a new meter and there wasn’t a true gas leak, so at least we dodged that bullet.
Hopefully, we will get the inspection report back tomorrow and can begin repairs this weekend. We hope to pack everything so that we can go back up there next weekend and move for real. Of course, this is all assuming the buyers don’t back out after the inspection report. We shall see.
During all of this craziness, I’m trying to stay calm and just work and live. As I’ve said before, it’s hard to do such things when you are a feeler like me. But, I can do it. I’m going with the flow and trying not to freak out over things like oh say forgetting all the utencils and silverware in Monroe. They are all packed in a nice little bag just sitting in the garage there. Meanwhile, we used the one teaspoon we had here to cook with tonight and Husband bought plasticware for eating purposes. No, I’m not freaking out over those things at all. Just l-i-v-i-n.
March 4, 2010
Someone needs to teach a class on workplace etiquette. I think it should be me as I am very sensitive to things that are unacceptable at the workplace and to people who should know certain things but maybe they don’t. Or maybe they are just filthy buggers, which is probably more likely. For example, first topic for discussion would be talking to someone first thing in the morning when they obviously aren’t ready to be all chatty but you stand there anyway and won’t leave. With your questions and nosy parkerness, it’s enough to drive someone mad. And, when that person tries to blow you off in a nice way or is somewhat short with you, you take it as the challenge of your life and come back to talk more. Get a clue. LEARN SOCIAL CUES PEOPLE! It’s not that hard. If someone isn’t very receptive to you, then that means they don’t want to talk. To you. Right then. Not ever, just then. You can still be friendly and talk later in the day, but maybe they just aren’t a morning person. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe they are tired because they had to get up at the crack and had cereal for breakfast which made them very sleeeeepy. GAH!
Second on the syllabus would be basic human hygiene. I am very disturbed by the things people will do at work. I’m fine with brushing your teeth in the bathroom after lunch or putting your hair up if you are hot or just went outside and got windblown. But, it is not okay, I repeat NOT OKAY to clip your nails at work. EVER. If there were ever a thing to do at home, that is it. I just walked past a girl’s office and saw and heard (even worse) her clipping her fingernails. Aside from wanting to bop her, I almost gagged. Unacceptable.
March 3, 2010
I would like to state for the record that there are few things better than chocolate pudding. I have been packing all sorts of snacks to tide me over til the end of the day these days, and last weekend, I bought some pudding cups. Lawdy, it is creamy goodness to the infinite power. I’m so happy to have rekindled my love with this forgotten treat.
Today, Husband and I signed a 6 month lease on a rental townhouse. It is I’m guessing 25 miles closer to work than the house we are currently in, so I am likely to get more sleep and be a happier camper all around. Good for everyone involved. Tomorrow, the people buying our house are getting their inspection done. Turns out, the same man who did the one for that old B who backed out before is doing this one. Awesome. He better acknowledge the work we did since he was last there. And, he better recognize. What? I don’t know.
We should know by this weekend if the deal is going to fall through or not. Lord help us all if it does. I’m imagining a meltdown the size of Chernobyl if that happens. No, silly gooses, not by Husband. By me. ME! In totally unrelated but sort of related topics, has anyone seen the Family Guy where they talk about Julia Roberts loving herself. If you have, you get it. Hilarious.
March 2, 2010
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