Sunday, January 22, 2012

Waiting for magic...

I have been out of the hotel and back in the house for just about a month now, and while some progress is made every day, I have to say that while progress is made most days, I just keep waiting for some magical wizard to come along and wave his magical wand and everything will suddenly be unpacked and where it needs to be... But I'm not 5, and so I know that wizard is a work of fiction and won't be coming to my door any time soon.

So I continue another grand excavation of the nonsense, trying to figure out why half of it was ever acquired and retained in the first place. Hauling boxes of books up three flights of stairs isn't enjoyable either.

And while I do still have a gaping hole in the ceiling of my breakfast room, the leak hasn't shown up again, so I haven't had another midnight emergency clean-up, and I'm hoping the plumbers will be out to redo the pipes in the next week or two, and then my contractor can come and close up the ceiling shortly thereafter, so I am optimistic and looking forward to the day when it is all settled and back to normal!

Its a process.

3 comments:

bun(s) said...

Normal? What is that? Normal is some kind of distant fantasy floating through the rings of rainbows of which I see maybe a couple times a year...

I hope you have more luck than I...

Lizzle said...

Yeah, normal isn't normal for me either... Normal is an indicator that I should start to worry that its all about to go to shit. I am just shooting for not being a miserable asshole for a little while.

bun(s) said...

Don't be so hard on yourself. Just buy a set of rose colored sunglasses - forget that... It's too hard to drive with them.

Try to look on the lighter side of things. I just went to a wake for a HS friend on Sunday, dead at 41. At least we're alive to walk through the shit piles...clean your clogs off and forward march...