Monday is the day, or so we think. It’s been pushed back so many times I’m having trouble getting psyched about it. But now, there are no more plans to revise or permits to acquire. No more contractor schedules to dovetail, at least for the demo. Just over two months after we thought we were starting, Monday is it. Amazingly, we still have things to do to be ready for Day 0.
It’s like the book report that you wait a month to do the night before. I always wanted to be that kid that went home the day you got the assignment and started researching the political, economic, and social factors that incited World War I (oh, Franz Ferdinand, you never saw it coming). But regardless of how much time I had or how short the task, 2:00 a.m. the night before I would still be crunching out a little Kaiser-bashing. (Hmm, too dated with the WWI references?)
My wife is the same way. Part of our mutual attraction. During college we would feed off of each other’s nocturnal prowlings. Nothing eases an allnighter like sharing it with your best friend. And tea bags. Why kill all the edge with the hot water?
So now, over ten years later, we try to do better, because frankly once you have kids you have no choice but to sleep the little you can to steel yourself for the next day’s battle. But we are mutual addicts trying to kick a nasty habit. It’s a slow process.
In all honesty, we are not so far off. A waist-high pile of junk for the dumpster. A smaller pile for Goodwill. A bunch of bins and piles that still need to be gone through, but push comes to shove we could move it into the house to finish. In comparison to the trailer trash back porch and roomful of knick knacks and paddy whacks we were sporting just this summer, we have come a long way.
There are undoubted longer nights still ahead. More rooms to clean out, more stuff to part with, more storage units to blink away. (That’s another addiction to break.) But I’m not thinking of that right now. Right now, I can only focus on getting to Monday. Because you only win wars one battle at a time. Ain’t that right, Kaiser?
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After seven years, our house is finally getting a much needed repair and remodel. I'm using the opportunity to resurrect a writing habit lost amidst the rubble.
Family Album
Observations and insights from growing up with the kiddos, who capacity for wonder and joy seems to always trump their startling reflection of our own psychoses.
Forecastinating
What do you get when you forecast future trends and events using nothing more than random and coincidental prior occurences? Forecastinating!
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