As good as my intentions were, I guess it really was too much to expect that I'd actually take the day 'off' yesterday when there was so much to be done. Most of the boxes are unpacked, the 'trash' is on the porch awaiting recycling, and almost everything has a home of some sort. Still lots to be done everywhere, including the office, but I'm dancing as fast as I can, folks. This bookcase needs organizing, as does the one in the living room. The desk, big as it is, was not designed with two computers in mind. But -- at least the room is warm.
I actually did take a few hours 'off' and drive. This time, I went east towards Atlanta, in search of a flea market and an organic nursery, both near the city of Dallas. That's only about 40 miles from here, but it's another world when you get to the east of that town. Suburbia! Bedroom communities with McMansions, SUVs and mini-vans. And traffic. No thank you!
I did find the flea market, which was mostly a waste of time. The two that I've attended so far remind me of the tianguis, or weekly market, that happens in even the smallest towns in Mexico. The biggest difference is that these are indoors and the ones I saw in Mexico were outdoors. These also don't have food vendors with lovely Mexican food cooked on-site. But, a large number of the vendors and customers were clearly of Hispanic origins, so perhaps there is an influence here. Lots of fresh veggies and fruit at the one yesterday, which is definitely typical of the Mexican markets. This one had a few antique and junktique dealers, but not worth the drive. I never did find the organic nursery, but since it was Sunday they would probably have been closed anyway.
The bath is much nicer, even usable. Lots more to do, but it's good for now.
I think most of the $$ outlay for the near future (until I get the homebuyer's credit, which will take awhile) will have to be for getting the garden started, not for toys inside the house. I could spend more, but I want to keep a nice cushiony emergency fund.
Maybe I'll take the day off today. I have an appointment this morning, then need to copy the amended tax return and docs for the homebuyer's credit so I can mail that off. The dryer repairman will be by this afternoon. And I didn't sleep worth a damn last night.
That could be because the phone range just before 10pm and woke me from a sound sleep. I have no idea who it was, most likely a wrong number. I just couldn't go back to sleep afterwards.
Or, and I hate to say this because it's sacrilegious, could it be that this wonderful mattress of mine just isn't what I need in order to sleep well? Remembering the best nights sleep I've had on various occasions in recent years, all of them have been on softer surfaces. One was an air mattress similar to the one I have, and I must say I slept like a baby right here in this house on that mattress of mine for almost two weeks. I don't think it was because I was so tired, because I'm even more tired now, if that's possible. Another was on a mattress with a cushy Tempur-pedic topper. Even years ago in between other moves I slept on a cheap camping air mattress that needed to be reinflated daily, but I slept well and it was during a time of high stress. Air isn't the long term answer for me, comfy as it is, because it doesn't breathe and therefore the body overheats and gets all damp. This mattress of mine was the main reason I had all this stuff shipped across country -- I could have let go of the rest of it. It's pure and organic and totally natural and I'd hate to defile it with something so un-natural and un-organic and chemical-laden as a Tempur-pedic topper, but I just may have to consider that.
So -- lots to think about and not a lot that I'm going to do, physically, today. And realistically, I've accomplished quite a lot in the two weeks I've been here. It seems sooooooo much longer, but that's all it's been. I've cleaned this place, and cleaned it out. I've gotten my driver's license and car tags. Unpacked. Taken down all the lacy window treatments. And much more. So maybe I deserve a day off. Smiles.
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