…and of course, we signed yet another Godforsaken extension yesterday. That date was proposed to be Tuesday, the day after the day after the day after tomorrow. Paperwork is still pending official VA blessing, then heading off to become drawn documents, then headed to Escrow, hopefully we’ll be contacted soon to sign, then to wait some interminable, delayed wait for the Seller, then …God only knows what other delays we’ll face. The selling agent will be on vacation out of town, our Escrow officer (in Spokane) will be out of the office… All I can do is shrug and pull a smirk-ish face.
Pardon my optimism, but The Kid was hoping for a half-birthday– one month delayed– on Sunday, her seven years and seven months date, but there’s no way I can do that, now. She’s a champ about things, while I’ve gone decidedly sour on the whole thing. She asked me yesterday, “when are we moving?” and I had to bite back a “fuck knows” response. I’ve been working steadily, packing, painting the whole house, cleaning blinds (S helped with windows) and deep-cleaning the kitchen… But with dogs around, and us using the space to live in, there’s only so much I can do before it gets re-messed up. Barricades abound to try to keep dogs from destroying trim but there’s only so much we can do, so there’s now a fair amount of re-painting of trim (and touching up near caulked areas) that I have to do. It’s like digging a hole to fill the last hole you’ve dug: an active lesson in futility.
S and I are trying to strategize finalizing things in this house, to ready it for renters on Sunday (a week from the day after tomorrow) and we’ve decided, probably, to rent a massive-friggin’-U-Haul and get his bro (in town for three days) to help us move all our heavy crap into it. Then I’ll work on getting carpets shampooed and super-scouring the place. That way, too, when we do finally close, if it’s a mid-week thing, I won’t have to stress about having to do the heavy stuff alone. His work is heating up, and while he says he can take time off from work, I think it’s bad, bad timing and he’ll eventually have to pay the piper, b/c the volume of work will remain when he comes back to it.
It’s getting hard for me to keep “up” and to keep my eye on the prize up the hill; even with my eye on the prize I know that boatloads of work await us there, too. Oy.
Three songs today that help: Turpentine, Closer to Fine, and Rehab. Randomly, they all played on the ‘pod in fairly rapid succession, I dunno, some sort of Temperance message to me? And then there was the completely random help message in “Stronger” –Kanye talked directly to me when he told me, with a stutter, “now now now That that don’t kill me/ can only make me stronger/I need you to hurry up now/cuz I can’t wait much longer” (before he told me I could be his black Kate Moss tonight.) (it’s quite possible that his whole raison d’etre isn’t, so much, “I need to close on a house” so much as “I need to close on the girl” –but meh. The message worked.)
and today’s Tarot from my Housewive’s deck (very cute retro-fifties designs, think Anne Taintor -styling, with a guide to match) –picked by The Delightful Kid: Five of cups. And oh, my, God, the message is a classic, good ‘un, esp paired with the songs of earlier today followed by the Ace of Wands, her next pick (she laughed, “I LOVE THIS GAME!” as she picked the first one and saw my laughing reaction; so she picked again.)
–So, Five of Cups: “Emotional Loss. Pessimism. Closure. A pessimistic housewife despairs over three glasses spilled on her ravishing new carpet, failing to see that two still remain. When the Five of Cups appears in a reading, it’s a sure sign that you need to stop crying over spilled milk– or martinis– and move on with your life. You’ve suffered an emotional loss, but don’t dismay! Just open up your eyes to see all the good things you still have. Drink up!
and then, the Ace of Wands: (a perfectly manicured hand holding a fluffy blue feather duster) “Energy. Projects. Adventure. Behold, a new spark of energy to begin your next project! You hold the power to dust away the old and start anew. When the Ace of Wands appears in a reading, it speaks of new ventures and journeys or suggests that it’s time to do a little spring cleaning. Grab that Pledge and get to work!”
‘Nuff said. Attitude is adjusted.
