We have settled in to our new digs; a 12 foot pop-up trailer immediately adjacent to Hwy 97 in Redmond, Oregon. Suffice it to say that there was so much noise that two Tylenol PMs did nothing to put me to sleep. That and the fact that I imagined everything that could possibly go wrong with this move: no job for me, house in foreclosure, working at Burger King, repossessing my car, repossessing Ian.
Ian has settled into his room. Last night he demonstrated how he could "slam his bedroom door." This entails un-tieing the curtain and flinging it shut. Unfortunately he pulled the curtain off the cheap plastic rod and now he has no door to his room; I should have thought of this when we lived in a house. No door could have eliminated many slammed ones. He was distraught because we couldn't get the electricity to work which meant he couldn't watch a DVD which meant he had to READ - it was a tragedy. I thought this was all funny until I got up this morning and realized that no electricity meant I couldn't get my Latte machine to work (the only thing I brought with me from our house). This was a tragedy and I wished there would have been a door for me to slam.
Mike is worried. He is worried some crazy trailer person will break in. He is worried we won't sell the house. He is worried our house will go into foreclosure, I will have to work at Burger King, they will come and take my car and/or Ian. Mike is a worrier because he is an ultra-responsible person.
Usually my nonchalant approach to life holds me in good stead, but that's when I have Mike by my side. He balances my tangential personality. If it wasn't for Mike I'd probably never own a home or a car to repossess and my children (wherever I got them) would be thumbing their way on I-5 to a Rainbow Family Gathering. I am forever grateful to Mike that he rolls his eyes a lot at me and then brings me back down to earth.
We will miss our 28th Anniversary - this is first time we haven't been together. I say we sell the house cheap, maybe throw in a horse or two, and get to Redmond by the seat of our pants.
Gina,
ReplyDeleteI miss you so much. I love your posts and think you should chuck the idea of working for a college and write full time. This is part of your book.
I love your "confessions" and worries.
You have a such a great life, please start writing your book.
You are missed in Granby. Don't let your home go in "foreclosure" just come back. We can hang out, drink wine, talk about how you once thought you would move to Oregon, and help me find a boyfriend in Granby.