Okay, so I KNOW it's been a r*e*a*l*l*y long time since my last blog, but I've been Busy. Incredibly Busy (hence the capital "B"). So Busy, in fact, that I've neglected la isla d'lisa horribly. So I figured I'd give you a quick update.
Best news first: sold my house! YAY!! Closing January 5th. SO HAPPY! Not perfect, because selling price ended up being less than I paid seven years ago ... but good, still, because it's more than I owe, so I'll have something for a down payment on a new place to call home.
My lovely home was on the market slightly more than 4 months ... pretty much sucked. I love that place. Cannot for the life of me figure out why it took so long for someone else to fall in love with it. Not very many people in the market this time of year, housing market taking a huge hit, foreclosures increasing, I get it, yada yada yada. So listing price dropped. Dropped again. And again. And finally that last time. Sigh.
But someone new does now love my baby, so it's all good. I hope they're a young family just starting out; but even if they're not, that's cool. So long as they love that house, that's all I ask.
So I'm setting up to bring Vonnie and Duders back East with me after the closing ... Boogie and Kaia will be awhile longer, because I'm in a loft right now and, although they allow dogs, not large breeds. Labs, especially these two big galumphs, certainly qualify as too large for this place.
With the new job I've been putting in 12-plus hours a day for five months now. Five. Months. FIVE. Since July 26th. Do you know how much that sucks?
And most weekends (and holidays) either going into the plant or working from home (until 2:30am this morning, in fact ... then starting up again before noon). Made worse by the fact that every day, when I finally do drag myself back to whichever temporary housing I'm in (e.g., hotel #1, hotel #2, apartment, hotel #3, or loft), I have no babies to snuggle, and I love me a good doggy or kitty snuggle while watching the boob tube.
No Duders underfoot every moment I'm in the house, tripping me up everywhere I go (I don't tend to look down much). No Vonnie setting up stealth attacks from the top of the refigerator, or the tv, or the armoire ... or from under the bed, sofa, or desk. No Kaia happier to see me than anyone else in the whole wide world, and equally happy I've moved into another room, and equally happy I've let her up on the bed, and positively gleeful I've let her out, and in, and out again ... displaying said glee to all the world by bouncing up and down on both front legs. No Boogie pretending to ignore me but somehow ending up in whichever room I am headed toward before I get there, quickly checking out the area and giving me a quick doggie kiss on the hand before moving off to her throne ... er, couch ... in the kitchen.
Man do I miss them! But not for much longer.
And not having anything that is mine ... the first two hotels, then the temporary apartment for three months (fully furnished, but not my stuff), then moving into the 3rd hotel for a week (I had accumulated enough stuff in three months at the apartment that it completely filled the truck ... well, actually Mom, Dad, and I had brought enough stuff back from MO on various trips back-and-forth that it completely filled the truck), and now in the loft, with, you guessed it, rented furniture. Well, I've bought some of my own that will be delivered next week, so at least I can really feel at home.
That last full week I was in MO, wrapping things up at the KS plant, I had put an ad on Craig's List giving away free furniture Saturday morning ... and within five minutes got my first call.
In a little less than six hours I had given away most of a house and then some ... complete master bedroom set (bed, bureau, dresser/mirror, end table), kitchen (table and chairs, microwave, Foreman grill, shelving unit), Living room set (sofa, chair, coffee table, end tables), television, bags of clothes, etc.
I figure it's good karma, especially hearing the stories of some of these folk; the family of five who's dad was on disability, the stay-at-home mom trying to keep within a strict budget, the single mom freshly escaped from an abusive relationship who's brother saw the ad and sent her over with their mom to pick up everything that was left (she had run from her creep with her kids and little else). It's kind of an awesome feeling helping people out, you know?
I highly recommend it.
And work, which has been extremely long-houred, is getting better under control, with the installation of new systems that will make for far few manual processes (yay!).
So that's pretty much it in a nutshell. I promise to post a little more often, seeing as even though I am now "back home" with the rest of you, I've not been able to see many of you very often yet (this will change once we've got all our new systems up and running at the plant).