Yes, I know you’ve been worrying about me.
Where am I? What am I doing? Am I alive but lying in a ditch somewhere?
Well. I’m right here. Doing my Superwoman immitations again.
I’ve been trying, unsuccessfuly I might add, to stretch every one of my hours into three.
The theory is that if I could stretch one hour into three I’d be able to get three hours worth of work done, then I could snap the elastic back and still have 2 hours up my sleeve to use later.
Its not working well for me at all.
I keep telling myself that I need to be more organised. And I try. I do try. But in the end my mind still feels like this …
There is always so much to do, so much to remember, so much to organise.
Firstly some news: the sale of my house in Fentonbury has finally gone through. What a huge relief: a few less bills to pay, less commitments on my time in terms of maintenance, less stress over good-for-nothing tenants.
This is thrilling news for me as I’ve been wanting to go back to Greece to visit family, mainly my mom. I’ve booked my ticket and I’m on my way in TWO months! (happy dance)
The other news is that I’m currently working 5 days a week instead of 4 for a ‘short time’. The word ‘short’ has yet to be defined.
That means that I’m now working 6 days a week as I also groom dogs on my days off, thus my weekend has dwindled to two days with chunks taken out of them for grooming.
I feel a bit like this…
But I’m valiantly trying to get it all done.
The sale of the house meant having to chase up paperwork in time for settlement to go ahead at the scheduled time. It meant cancelling home insurance for Fentonbury and notifying others that I no longer live there, don’t send my mail there (after 3 years some people still haven’t got the message).
Next I’ve got my trip to plan, my ticket is booked but I still have to read through websites and get travel insurance. Not to mention SHOP.
Then I went and did something really stupid. I mean I know better. I do. Yet, cause a friend recommended a site, I went and gave them my credit card details. Then I cancelled my card. That means more notifying people and changing my automatic bill payments.
I got a quote to have someone else finish the house painting for me but we just can’t afford it. The house painting is not as urgent as, say, the drainage issue on your driveway which channels water under the house and into the casita. So it looks like I still have house painting to do during my ample free time.
Some things had to give. I had planned to have another stall at the next Shabby Market but I just had to pull out. Sorry ladies. I feel bad, but there is only so many hours in a day and I haven’t yet figured out how to stretch them.
Its getting cold, wet and miserable here lately. It doesn’t take long for the weather to go from hot and sunny to miserable, does it? A couple of weeks between summer and winter is all we got. I get home these days and all I want to do is crash out under in front of the fire.
But there are chores to do. No rest for the wicked. I’m so tired by the end of the day its all I can do to watch TV from under a pile of throws, with a poodle pulled up on either side of me.
In fact that’s how I’d like to spend my weekends. Warm fluffy socks, TV or a book and a nice fire. And coffee in bed.
But I have 6 weeks in Greece coming up! I think I can cope till then. Then I’ll have 6 weeks of lying around on the beach. I shouldn’t complain..