So first there was buying of the house.
Then there were renovations.
Then moving during holidays.
Dealing with consequences of incompetent movers. (The box with all of power cords was left behind in the house.)
Dealing with more renovations to put the other house on the market. (It is finally going ot be listed on Thursday. Those of you with facebook accounts can see the results of the staging here. Our house never looked like that when we were living there.)
Cover discussions. It was an expensive cover. It’s beautiful, but the process was long and complex.
More contract discussions.
And it just kept going like that. There were good things, too. But the stressful things just kept building and building.
These past two weeks really kicked my butt. First, possible future son-in-law #1 collapsed at urgent care. To begin with, he asked to go see a doctor, which caused Kid 1, who is properly trained by observing her father, to immediately cart him off to urgent care because he was surely near death, where he attempted to follow the physician’s assistant, walked into the doorway, couldn’t negotiate it, and then collapsed, scaring everyone half to death. Then lightning hit and fried some things. My work pc went kaput. Office flooded. I got violently sick, and I don’t recall being that sick ever. I am still achy. It definitely made an impression. All of that simultaneously with preparing taxes. We are an S corp, so no matter what, there is always a bill. I just want to know how big it is.
All this cost us over a week of work, a week we really needed.
We have some workers in the back yard. The second half of our yard was Texas wilderness when we bought it. There were snakes and scorpions and so on. Not that safe for dogs or kids, even if they are technically adults. So we hired an arborist to clean up dead tree limbs, take out the cedars, and landscape a bit. On Gordon’s birthday, which we had to move to Sunday, because I was sick, the workers left the gate open, and the bulldogs took off.
The road is right next to the house. I knew I couldn’t walk it, because I was too sick, so I got into the car while Gordon combed the surrounding brush on foot. All I could think off were the two bulldogs getting hit by a car, because that would be a hell of a birthday present. Here is your dead dog, honey. The bulldogs came home while I was driving, so they were out for about 15 minutes tops, but it was enough.
Usually, when the stress gets this bad, I go and buy pretty yarn and destress. The trick, when everything get like this, is to have something to look forward to, while I work on my current knitting project. As long as you have it and anticipate it, it makes you feel better. Sometimes it’s not yarn. Sometimes I paint. Sometimes I do photoshop. Sometimes I make trees out of beads. But mostly it’s yarn.
I tried to buy yarn and I can’t. I stare at different yarn on Ravelry for hours and I can’t make up my mind. And for some reason – probably because of the move, all of my therapeutic yarn catalogs are no longer arriving. I looked at koigu patterns for almost an hour yesterday, because in principle, I would like to make something with it, because it might look pretty. I came away with nothing. Before that, I did the same thing with hedgehog fibers. In the end, the decision paralysis is too much and I give up.
So if you are a knitter/crocheter/yarn hoarder, I would love to know what you bought, what you covet, yarn patterns, etc. I want to buy and make something awesome, so I will have something to look forward too. Because at this point, it really wouldn’t hurt.