A few folks have nudged me that it’s probably time to post something here in blogland.
Things have been stable-ish and good-ish.
Pretty much digging the new job, and it’s a treat to be able to go to work and like what I do and what I get to do and be challenged and have it be exciting. I like that. And, on top of that, they give me money, so it’s all pretty good.
The unpleasant thing is that I have pneumonia. It’s the first time I have had to take antibiotics since doing chemo. I am one of those people who dodges antibiotics as much as possible, but after a month of not sleeping more than an hour at a time and waking up gasping for breath, I broke down and saw my GP. Well, it took a month because for the first 3 weeks, the symptoms only showed up at night when I would try to sleep. So, daytime would come and I would go about my day and forget that I couldn’t breathe the night before, and then I’d go to bed and it would start all over again.
Once I started getting symptoms in the daytime, I was quite quick to get it together to see my doctor.
So, antibiotics for 10 days.
It’s okay. I’ll do a lot to sleep through a night.
And today, I emptied out some of my parents’ stuff from a friend’s shed. I sort of dumped it there in a panic last year when I had to deal with it. A bunch of it ended up with mold and water damage, because I didn’t really think about the big picture at the time.
Most of the stuff from last year got thrown out, cuz I just didn’t have enough space to store it.
Today I emptied out the last of the last of it, I hope.
So, I will spend the weekend going through the stuff I have stowed in my truck and the stuff I have stowed in my tiny storage locker downstairs and I will find a way to make it all fit. Which means a bunch of it will end up in the dumpster.
At this point, and at several other points, that was pretty much the only viable solution to having all this nostalgic stuff that I can’t fit in my place so I have to deep six it.
It’s funny cuz I was out driving earlier tonight and it struck me that I am at a point in my life where I should be enjoying the things I have worked for and collected and I shouldn’t be living like a 21 year old. I also shouldn’t be jettisoning stuff that matters, but part of suffering from arrested development is you don’t do things in the expected timeframe.
So, it will be a weird weekend. It always messes with my head when I have to throw out stuff that was my parents’. It’s not like there is gonna be any new stuff from them so I feel like I am throwing away little pieces of them and being a full on ignorant jerk.
But circumstances just keep coming up that that’s the solution. So, it kills me, but I have to do it.
It’s weird though. The whole process of dealing with my parents’ stuff has made me a bit touched in the head about taking on stuff for myself. I am a bit nutty about it, I know, but it just keeps coming up that almost everything gets tossed in the dump eventually, either by me or by whoever has to clean up after me. So, I am now pretty freaking about taking on any new stuff.
So it goes.
Anyway, I am going to go soothe my ragged nerves by watching some BBC programming.
In short, life has been getting better. I just need to make it through the weekend.