If I just managed to put an ear worm into your head (and it’s the early 1970s song) we can be friends.
So this is where I do a massive update… probably. Insert cup of something to drink warning.
We’re gonna be hitting:
1. Updates on the move
2. Mental Health and etc realizations
So we found the new place on February 27th and put the offer in that evening. Accepted offer by the next morning.
We finally closed on April 9th and were in the place the very next day. Mind it was what we could into a friends Land Rover, the Elentra and the Izuzu pickup and trailer and the animals were moved in an RV thanks to a second friend.
Trips were made with the pickup truck and trailer a couple of times and then… came the big part of the move and the logistical hell that became because of issues with idiot landlord. You know the one that hadn’t maintained and lied about conditions of the house? Yeah, asshole tried to evict us. Only problem was he didn’t contact us via phone to let us know he was pissed about not getting Aprils rent, he just tried to have us served. Well… he didn’t do it right so the case got tossed out.
I wanted to send a list of everything that had gone wrong, how long it had taken him to fix shit AND the number of things he just blew off alone with Dave because fuck you dude, but that idea was poo pooed and the fucktard will get paid April and May rent…. AFTER I’ve paid off other older debts that have been in limbo for literally YEARS.
So how is the house?
Well let me show you the view to the east during winter. Hopefully that picture bloody loads right. So we’ve been here coming up on two months. I’m going to have to buy already started plants for bin and container garden because everything is a damn whirl wind of shit happening.
Just a couple days ago, I smashed my left foot into one of our chests that has metal corners. Had to tape it the first 24 hours because YEAOUCH. Probably cracked a couple bones and bruised several others. (Feet have a lot of small bones in case you forget your health classes from years ago.)
So the first week and a half… because of remote we are now, there’s almost zero artificial noise anymore. My ears, wouldn’t stop ringing. TALK ABOUT KILL YOUR SPELL SLOTS! Then it went away and I found myself melt relaxing finally. I’d probably been auditorily overloaded for a couple of years now and because it had been a steady build up… it was easy to miss.
There was one really bad trauma response around the second weekend here. I saw it coming so to speak so it wasn’t able to take control but still… much loathing occurred.
I’m literally able to ignore anything that doesn’t involve my boundaries to the fullest extent now. And that feels weird. It’s freed up spoons/spell slots. It’s made it easier to think (which given how often I have to unpack bullshit baggage is a bonus… most of the time). And while I can’t get the garden set up quite yet because I don’t have sturdy enough equipment (I live in Cochise County now, areas known for the “Natural concrete” of the desert.)
Now Dave would probably argue this next bit but meh. I realized here recently, that I’d been running on depleted batterie and so was he, to an extent. There’s been many an evening where we’ve looked at each other and just sat and soaked in the quiet of the High Desert. (We’re at roughly 4200′ about sea level. Yeah.) Soaked all the bird songs. The space. We’ve been “detoxing” only it’s the proper kind – letting ourselves breathe and that’s made a lot of things easier.
We found out our literal neighbor, sells garden starts. Well he’d been wanting to introduce ourselves to our neighbors and it’s a lot easier for this uber introvert to do so when something like gardening is in the targeting scopes view! Mostly tomatoes and peppers I think this year because I know those will grow in the pots and bins.
Poor FionaCat… I gave her a full dose of the anti-anxiety meds as prescribed by the vet and… she had a bad trip, both literally and figuratively. She hide for a good five ish days under everything that she could get her pancake impressionist backside under. While IzzyCat and LieutenantCat were all like “BONZAI!!”. That’s LT by the way. The latest cat to adopt Dave. That story will get added soon.
Maggie and Choctaw because of everywhere they’ve ever lived never having true night… are scared of the dark. We’re working on adding solar powered motion activated lights and will be adding another two trail cameras at least some time this year because there are parts of our property that border land that is very wild.
So because of the whole… melt relaxing kind of deal… I’ve not really been making things for sale for awhile now. Between looking, hoping we’d be able to find something to buy and it NOT get bought before we could offer (if you’ve not looked at the real estate market recently, it’s a bit crazy) and just… being out of anything extra creative wise… making things for other folks for sale got downright difficult.
A break was badly needed. Since moving into here, at Crane’s Hearth (the tenative homestead name), I’ve tossed a lot of things into the donate boxes. All of the old hats and scarves and several crocheted things that I look and think… “No… you’re getting smudged, your time with me is DONE.” because I can see Phoenix all of it.
We have an actual guest bedroom and full guest bathroom (full shower but no bathtub). So it became clear I needed to make some afghans just for that room and it’s future guests. The muse Gala agreed to this. I can actually hear her again. Though more stories…. not for awhile. Not for awhile. She’s too excited for the macramé decorations that we get to make now. New shawls, a couple of new sweaters and quilts.
We’ve got a good dozen things already that have to be upgraded or dealt with or built. The life I’ve been angling for for a long time, is here now. Finally.
Yeah, I’ll be taking ya’ll along for the ride…. when I remember to. Which could very easily become easy out here.