Crickets……… I apologize for the Crickets!
“Are you still writing your blog?” “I haven’t seen any new articles in a few weeks.” “Where the hell IS the Queen of Damn Near Everything?”
Those are the questions I’ve heard more than a few times over the past few weeks. You might wonder if The Queen took off to a new kingdom- or just what the hell has happened.
Life is what happened. All good. (Mostly good, actually). But life. Life at “speed of light” living. And something had to give, somewhere. So, unfortunately, it was this blog.
We moved just after Labor Day. A good thing. A great thing actually. But a TIME CONSUMING thing. Moving isn’t for sissies. Even if you are a Realtor and should know how to do this stuff. And those of you who are in my “inner circle” know how crazy life is at the best of times. we had out of town company right before the move, so we couldn’t do much packing. Then, of course, I don’t like to shut down my regularly scheduled life, so I continued to have my little parties and events I do monthly, such as Bunko, right up until days before the move……..Which leads to craziness when the actual move happened.
We had my stuff, Don’s stuff and too damned much stuff.
And, to add to the Melee, (Is that the word? Is that A word?)Long before the move was planned, a vacation was planned. To Cabo. For a week. One week to the day after our move.
Great in some ways, because I had been averaging about 3 hours sleep for 6 weeks straight. From the day we went into escrow, I’d hit the bed, and then by 1:30 AM be awake thinking of all the stuff that needed to be done for the move, and by 3 AM, I’d bound out and start moving at the pace of a chimpanzee on crack, never stopping for a minute until I fell into bed about 11 PM.
That being said, the vacation actually probably saved me from physical ruin.
A few days after we return from vacation, Don manages to break his foot. (THAT is another story for another day, trust me!) So, on top of trying to get a house in order, we now have to deal with a guy who is supposed to stay completely off his foot until they can get around to surgery. Two weeks after the break we have surgery…………..So now, the guy who picks up so much of my slack by running here, running there, picking up this, helping out here……… is pretty much confined to sitting with his leg up. Leaving me with a LOT less time in my schedule.
But will I let that stop me? HELL NO! I still forge ahead with the important things in life. Planning my first bunko party in the new house. Planning our housewarming party. Putting on a dinner party for my Kiwanis group…. And work. Work just doesn’t stop. OH HELL NO! Real estate has been as busy as EVER! So, just when you think you have a full day to unpack, organize, decorate or whatever, someone calls and off you go…… showing property.
Then, added to moving, broken legs, entertaining and making a new home, the “new home” pipes up. If you have ever moved, you may be familiar with this phenomenon. I don’t know if it has a name, but I know it happens, sure as the sun rises. Houses somehow KNOW when you move into them, and they decide to immediately ACT UP! Although an appliance may have been inspected before purchase of the house, although things all look fine and dandy before purchasing, WHAM, the house wants to see how much you REALLY love it by making things stop working properly, at seemingly break neck speed right after you move in. It kind of makes me think of a toddler who wants to test if you REALLY love them, by testing you every minute.
So, the first time we have the kids and a few friends over, we turn on the spa. We’d been using the spa basically every night since move in, with no problems. We turn it on that evening and the water just drains out of the spa within seconds. HUH? A repair of a major part. Of course.
Then we have my Kiwanis group over for a party. We have hired a caterer and she arrives, turns on the oven (first time since we’d moved in) and WHAP! Blam, pow……. smoke, sparks, zap and no electrical panel now. Of course, when the home warranty repairman arrives, he tells me there is nothing wrong with the oven. (He has continued to tell me that the other two times I’ve had them come out…. again, another story for another day.)
And Real Estate. As I said, busy as hell. And none of the transactions I’ve dealt with have just gone down smoothly. HELL NO! There has been some sort of “challenge” (read as pain-in-the-ass) involved in every damned one of them.
AND, I’ve also been involved in selling my own home AND overseeing a home upgrade for a client, so I could get that house on the market for the best price.
To top it all off, my 60th birthday was Monday (November 13th for those of you who want to put it in your calendar for next year. Send gifts. Lots of them. I like gifts.) Needless to say, I’m having the big wing-ding party for my 60th, because, damn it, I’m worth it. So, that happened Saturday night. The band, the FABULOUS new dress. The DELICIOUS chocolate mousse cake, the out of town company……I even had a “signature Martini at the event. The Patti-tini! (What else?) It was absolutely EPIC and SO much fun! (Stay tuned, you WILL be subjected to pictures!)
I can now OFFICIALLY use my category of Sexy After 60! YIPPEE! And did I score with the fun, all the way around! Gifts, family, friends, fun, fun, fun!
That being said, this explains full well why all you have heard from me is crickets. But I’m back!
Don’t forget about me! I didn’t forget about you! Tell your friends about this blog. I’m only asking for you to personally share it with 100 of your closest friends. Easy peasy! You can do that for a fabulous friend like me, right?
Stay tuned. I have travel stuff to share. Before and after decorating stuff to share. Broken foot stories to share. There is a lot up in this noggin’ of mine to share with you.