Nothing like a thundering round of silence to kick off the new year, yeah? The boys have been sick, I’ve been working, and I finally got my desk cleaned off so I can actually USE the thing. I also moved it so I can actually look out the window as I’m writing. The curtains are pulled because the landscape is brown and wintry, but I can’t wait until it looks green and lush again. And I *really* can’t wait until I can take some pictures again. (New camera almost picked out. Can’t make up my mind.)
We’ve gotten unofficial word that moving is indeed necessary due to the highway construction project. What’s missing from the equation currently? A time frame. I’m fighting every single “scoop and run” urge I’ve got, waiting on final details. We do have a plan (okay, so it’s The Folks ™ plan). Out of all the ideas they’ve hatched thus far, this is the one they keep returning to. It is the least expensive option, but it is…less than ideal for me and the children. There will be room aplenty, don’t worry. The neighborhood is adequate enough, I suppose; but it is in another school district. I do not cherish the idea of driving The Teen to school (neither of us are “morning people”) and yet she absolutely insists on staying at her school.
It’s a lot to process.
The Christmas Tree is still standing in the livingroom. I’m officially in a state of rebellion. I didn’t put it up, I don’t like messing with those mylar icicles that My Sainted Mother INSISTS on putting on the tree, the boys want to leave it up, so it is now officially Someone Else’s Problem.
And talking about both of those things in one post has gotten me all kinds of grumpy. I do believe I’m going to mutter, and then find something else to do.