Demented Betty demented domestication at its happiest!

We close 4 weeks from today. We tentatively have movers scheduled for the Saturday after that. But as of Thursday, there’s “some complications” with my remote working request. So we’re back sitting on shpilkes (pins and needles) and trying to figure out a Plan B. In the meantime, I’m trying not to lose my mind. My body, however, is still in the anxiety-riddled phase of dealing with this, so EVERYTHING is flaring- the IBS, the eczema, the sciatica and of course the insomnia, even with the sleeping meds. It’s a joy to be me right now. Not!

Last week was a mixed bag, culminating in significant suckiness. First, was the Thursday bombshell from my boss- for which I may have an update tomorrow at the earliest. Second was the death of a friend on Friday. The sudden death of someone who was about our age, with no illness or reason, has been oh so hard to process. It’s the senselessness of the loss, the gaping hole they leave in the lives of those around them, that has always been so hard for me to process.

“Do not go gently into that good night

Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.” – Dylan Thomas

Dan, your spirit and kindness, your sense of humor and friendship, will live on as your legacy through those who have known you. This world and our lives are a darker place without you. What is remembered, lives.

It’s 6 weeks and counting until Closing Day. There’s still been no progress around work, but I’m hopeful that will change this week now that the boss is back from his vacation (and someone seems to have tracked down the stupid form that I may or may not need to fill out!!). I’ve been thoroughly out-of-sorts for at least the last week, probably closer to two, between the migraines and the neuralgia. I’m still hoping that I’ve finally kicked it, but I’m not holding my breath about that, at least for another few days. I am at work today and feeling reasonably ok, but I’ve learned, or been reminded, that I need to take it day by day or even hour by hour when things get like this. And just because I’m ok now doesn’t mean I won’t have a raging headache later.

The weekend was again spent packing. I went through my pantry, at least part of it, and have thrown some things out and put some onto the giveaway table. And yet there is still so much more to do. More small boxes, shoe-box sized and a bit larger, will arrive later this week. The Husband discovered they are perfect for packing knick-knacks and small, fragile things in bubble wrap.

We got a delivery from Fresh Direct yesterday, which gave me prepared lunches for this week. But I think this is the last week for that, as I need to eat down the freezer. Tonight I’m going to portion out some fruit and veggies into bags and containers for the rest of the week to make things easier- just grab and go. The Husband liked the wrap sandwich we got him for lunch.

So I’m about to try and pick this back up again, for a variety of reasons- all good, some life changing. But with as much going on as there is and will continue to be over the next probably six months, I figured I needed to find some place to offload some of my brain spiraling to try and keep whatever may be left of my sanity.

I may go for a theme change next, but that’s a rabbit hole that I’m not sure I can afford to go down right this moment.

Big changes are coming to our Demented household! The first and biggest is that we’ll likely be moving during the later part of this year. We currently have a closing date in late September for our new home- 10 acres on the side of a mountain. This is going to be a totally life-altering move- not just because we’ll be dead broke afterwards, but also because we’re moving to an area that’s a little more removed from civilization than we’re used to. Instead of being 2 miles from the nearest pharmacy and stores, we’ll be around 17 miles! And as an extra added bonus, we’re moving into snow country, so I now need to be prepared to be snowed in for up to two weeks at a time. It should never be that long, if at all, but that’s what the Husband wants us to be prepared for. There is no food delivery to the new house, so I’m going to have to get back into cooking most nights of the week which I have not done in several years. I’m looking forward to it, but it’s going to be an adjustment, without question.

We’ve always said that it’ll be a grand adventure, and that’s most definitely the case!