23 July 2011

Here Comes the Sun

My funk finally lifted and I feel brighter. It's Saturday morning and I slept well and I have an itch to make the house look nice today. It's amazing to have the whole weekend again. I'm so thankful.

I went through a spell where there was a house I wanted to buy in the historic district. It was amazing, and the price was ridiculously low as the house was a foreclosure on the market for over a year. We looked at it numerous times as the realtor had given us the code to the lock box. Ultimately though, we had to accept that we would not be able to afford the exterior maintenance on a historic home. The outside is clapboards, which must be painted every few years, and the roof metal but not very nice and the roof job will be a doozy on that house because the back of the house is on a steep slope.

So I had to let the dream go and now I'm trying to focus on getting our house in a state for selling. I'm also now thinking: Brick house. Basement. Craft room. Time will tell. I'm not always the most patient person.

Joe and I went to the beach for a few days and I never wrote about it. I did write some on the beach, though- gritty sand on everything and pink burns on my hands from the writing and the reading. But I've hardly written since I got back.

My friend Cathy asked me recently if I would still write when I was happy. The answer to that is a resounding yes. But not sappy-happy. I hope. These days, most things are a matter of time. I have a small stack of appointments I need to make for the children, still undone. Notes on my year in Alzheimers care still half-entered into Word. Life is spinning too quickly and it scares me.

In October I will become a grandmother at the age of 38. I still don't even know how to process that information. If some of you are sitting there stunned because you didn't know, that's because I went all Southern for a bit and just couldn't talk about it.

And I have a job which allows me very little time to think, or even jot down a thought I'd like to hang onto. I like medical but it's just so fast paced. I truly want to slow down and enjoy my patients more instead of politely cutting them off because I have 3 more patients waiting to put back and a stack of prescription refills to approve and fax back, and what's that? We need an EKG in room 2. I know some people thrive on the adrenaline and the pace, but I don't. Maybe I got into nursing at too late of an age or maybe it's just who I am.

Regardless, it's Saturday and even though the temperature threatens to reach its hands up near a hundred again, I am happy.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I would like to live there. How much to haul it to Huddleston? And then maybe we could time-share and share fix-up costs. Or maybe you could just leave the kids in the house on Memorial and we could all be roomies. Or maybe Seth and I could go stay at my mom's on the weekends and the kids could hang with you on the weekends. Oh....wait, but the kids don't want to leave the city, especially not on the weekends. Oh...wait and I guess you don't want to leave the funky downtowniness either... Oh wait... just a dream...