Wow. Things can change in a year. A year ago, I lived in a city (or the edge of it, anyway), and I loved it.
We had our two dogs and two cats and finally had some peace and quiet around the house. It was about time we caught a break!!! I had recently regained my health and figure after a very long time. My BFF’s diabetes was under control. Things were good.
And then they weren’t. In August, we found ourselves fostering a dog for a friend. She had spent most of every day in a crate and I couldn’t stand it. We took her under our collective ‘wings’ and started work on calming her down. She was an EXTREMELY hyperactive dog.
She adored our dog Ginger, but Ginger was very old and in a delicate condition. Crush’s way of loving someone is to manhandle them. You could tell that she wasn’t trying to hurt Ginger, but that was the end result. 🙁
Then Things Started Going Downhill
We decided that we couldn’t deal with her name. Crush made no sense to us and we had a lot of trouble wrapping our mouths around that name. We actually went through a list of names and picked one that she seemed to react to. Whether that is what it was, or not, Mocha is now her name.
About six weeks after we got Mocha, we had to put Ginger to sleep. The day that we came back from the vet after having her put down, our landlord knocked on the door. We were given 30 days to move. No prior notice, no warning, but the landlord wanted her house and too bad, so sad.
I never held it against the landlord; she had every right to want her house back so that she could move into it. It was much closer to her work than where she was living, but ya know. A little more warning would have been GREATLY appreciated.
First Move Was Hell
We found a place, after a couple of weeks. A friend had offered to share his house with us. Not an ideal situation, but better than the alternative. There were three of us doing the move and I was the youngest and healthiest at 55. You may wonder why that even matters, but wait for it.
The first day of packing, I was emptying the hallway closet. Everything in there had just been stored there and would be going to the storage unit. Once the closet was mostly empty, I reached for the box that was on the shelf in the closet. The only problem with that, is that there was a Reader’s Digest DIY Encyclopedia on top of the box, and I didn’t know it.
Carefully slanting the box, so that I could make sure I wouldn’t hurt myself lifting it, the very large book on it, fell directly onto the bridge of my nose. Have you ever broken a bone? When the bone that is broken is in your face, you will hear the break very well. You know it is broken.
If I remember, correctly, I voiced quite a few expletives when it happened. I have to admit, I was surprised at how long it took anyone to react. Maybe they were busy…you know…moving.
We rented a Uhaul a couple of days later. We were going to fill it up with storage stuff to allow us to see what was left. Backing the dolly into the van with the first load, my foot got stuck and I went down. That hurt. A lot. I stepped away from the van and endeavored to help by moving things around in the house.
It Just Keeps Getting Better
By now, I am gimping around with a jacked up knee and a broken nose. I really felt the need to help, so I was moving boxes around. If you haven’t seen a pattern, you will now. I was moving boxes around, backed up over another one, and hurt my back. I was down for the count. My days of being the ‘muscle’ were over, for a while, anyway.
During the rest of the move, which took way longer than it should have, I was relegated to the couch with boxes brought to me. I was barely allowed to move while they were packing up.
So now, we have relocated in Shelton, Washington, and as an Uber driver, I needed to go to Olympia to get any rides. Because, we obviously needed another challenge, I noticed the brakes were squealing and took it to Les Schwabs. The rotors were cracked.
When I told my roommate (who was in another city helping to take care of her dying father, she told me to park it and not drive it again. Good, now we are in the middle of BF Egypt with only one store of any size, nearby, with no car!!!
Then Things Go South!
The beginning of 2017 didn’t immediately turn for the better (does it ever?). The living situation became unbearable very quickly. Let’s just say, it was a clash of personalities and leave it at that. One thing led to another and we were moving again 2 months later.
A trip halfway across the country is never ‘fun’, unless you have some pretty ideal circumstances. We had to fit everything that we needed in the trunk and on the roof of a Mazda 6 (after its many repairs).
We also had 2 large cats and 2 not as large dogs. We did it, fairly trouble free, but I do not recommend it. And did I mention that it was in the middle of winter!?
The Best and the Worst in 2016
I remember around spring of 2016, thinking things were just doing really great! You know it can’t last forever, but you can hope! 2016 contained the best and the worst events that had happened in my life for a while
Sometimes, you wonder if you are really going to get through it…there doesn’t seem to be any way that you can get through it. But you can. Maybe you will do it all by yourself, or with some help, but you will get through it. One way, or another.
I know that I am not as bad off as a lot of people. I have had my challenges, but I still feel fortunate with my friends and family that I have. Things are getting better. Let me hear from you about challenges you have had and how you got through them.