Juggle, Slipping, Back on the table
On the way home last night I got my hair buzzed again at Sportclips for the LA trip. I had the same woman as last time that has the horrible foot pain. At first she didn’t remember me but as we talked a bit she recalled my last visit. Her foot still hurts like crazy, she has no health insurance but still put on a happy face with me. We had another good interaction. I wished her a happy holiday and she wished me a fun trip in LA, which I told her about.
When I got home I went on one of those get shit done circuits where I am moving about the house, sometimes randomly just tending to what is both in front of me and in my head. Luckily I did not have to take time out to consider what I was having for dinner as Kerri gave me some excellent eggplant parm that was from her work luncheon yesterday. I made some good headway but there will be much more to knock out before we leave the house early Saturday morning.
One of the things I did last night was box up my OneWheel XR to ship it to my sisters family in Texas, a rather big Christmas gift. Originally I was going to sell the board to help offset the expense of my GT but I never did. When I went to Texas last year for Thanksgiving both Damon and Emily liked riding the XR around so I thought it would be a nice surprise to have it show up at their place (Torrin knows)
Late last night I got a call from Alison. Sadie had a couple of seizures in rather short order and she was upset, of course. I talked to her for a little. Sadie has had a tough road dating back to when we discovered she had cancer in her mouth several years ago that was treated aggressively with surgery and chemo. She has had tooth issues, severe joint degradation, and most lately eye surgery that has left her with very limited vision. Ali talked about how much of a fighter she is, which I already knew. Her mind is willing but her body is failing. It was painful talking about Sadie’s potential demise and I don’t know exactly what will happen from here. Both Ali and I would prefer that if she were to pass it would be on her own. The idea of putting her to sleep would be emotionally crushing, yet perhaps a final act of kindness if she continues to struggle.
So when Cindy and I split I gave serious thought to the idea of selling my house. As I walked around back then it I felt my sadness amplified by the the constant reminders that were all around me. However that idea was back burnered because of the chickens, yes the chickens. The idea of me having to rehome the chickens was a deal breaker as I felt responsible for their well being. I know that sounds crazy to most people.
Within the last couple weeks I realized that the anchor I felt at that time was no longer there. This was triggered by a random email I received from a realtor that I knew from my days with the running club. She also was the one who sold Ali’s place in Naples. I responded to her email and after a few communications back and forth I plan to have her come out to the house after Christmas to get the ball rolling potentially. Of course there is no pressing timeline to sell.
I have talked a lot lately about how I have been pushing out of what have been established boundaries more and more. This would potentially be the biggest push yet. I love my house, Ali and I built this place. The house fits me like a glove in many ways. However the house is also one of the biggest consumers of my free time with the endless projects, repairs and upkeep. The idea of streamlining and simplifying my life at this stage is something that is appealing to me. I want to spend more time enjoying things I want to do as opposed to being locked down by things that I have to do. 2023 could be one of the biggest shifts in my life since moving to Florida back in 2000. Forward movement is what I want. Endless holding patterns are safe and predictable but the view never changes.