The best laid schemes of mice and men, often go awry.
I had my entire spring laid out. I was going to hit the running hard, pull back my work responsibilities slightly,
solve world hunger, get back into a regular blogging cycle, and even spend some quality time with my son. BUT..... then I got a new job.... and then I bought a house..... all while raising a 3 year old. It is like the hat trick of time commitments.
So, in spite of my best efforts, the running was pulled back, I haven't been writing as much as I would like, and I haven't brewed any beer in like 2 months! (Now THERE is a tragedy.) Gone was the planned consistency of my running and everything else. Instead time was focused on early meetings and proving to my mortgage lender why a $150 deposit to my savings account 4 months ago wasn't a cocaine deal and instead was just a normal deposit....from a cocaine deal.
My slice of the 30 year crippling debt american dream...
...and a crazy 3 year old
So, what have I been up to? Mostly to-do lists. Endless to-do lists. Each night I have a to-do list with anywhere between 6-10 things listed on it. This is actually my 3rd house I've owned, so I have the advantage and the curse of knowing exactly what I am getting myself into.
In my 32 years, I've learned a few things. Life is too short for bad coffee, bad wine (not to be confused with cheap wine which flows like the straits of gibraltar), and bland colors. As such, I had the house painted (oh, also: life is too short to slave away for weeks painting an entire house on your own) half a dozen different colors. They are shades of colors that I had painted before, but really brighten up the place while at the same time making it feel warm.
Red in the kitchen
Green in my son's room
Dark brown both in the formal dining as well as the master bedroom
For nearly a week, I did nothing but pack and keep my son alive through regular feedings and reminders of "don't put that in there". The nice thing is that I don't have a lot of "stuff" so I could throw things into boxes somewhat haphazardly and hope for the best.
"Throw shit into boxes" also known as"The Adam Method of Packing"
After a week (which really means like 3 days) of packing and taking individual car loads of fragile stuff (wine, mostly) to the new house, a buddy Jeff and I moved everything else in 4 hours. Well, I moved everything in 4 hours. Jeff headed out after 2.5 to get his nails done or something.
What followed was the normal ebb and flow of unpacking. You start out with a bunch of boxes, have a beer or two while you think about where to put the boxes, unpack them into the center of the room, decide that you have wayyyyy too much crap, put that crap away (read: under the bed), and then unload even MORE boxes so that it is messier than it was when you started.
Okay, so maybe that throw into boxes packing stuff backfired....
Okay, starting to make some progress
Damn it. More clutter. Seriously, WHERE do the boxes keep coming from!?
Welp, looks like unpacking is done!
Unfortunately, when the unpacking is done I had all of the normal “shake out the old people smell” items on my todo list. I needed to
TWENTY dollars worth of batteries. TWENTY
You can take the boy out of the farm, but can't take the farm out of the boy
Home Depot. My new home
My little handy helper
New overhead lights
Fortunately though, I do allow myself time to relax now and again. I finally feel like I have enough stuff done that I can get back to a normal routine. I’m running with regular frequency, I actually watched a TV show last night, and…. Well, I’m writing this blog post, aren’t I?!?
Late, quite nights. Second only to early quiet mornings.
My view as I type this