Moving. Everybody hates moving, right? It is the menstruation of life events, not catastrophic like major illness or death in the family, but never good. No one likes moving.
My doctor tells me that death, divorce and moving are the three most stressful life events for people. Well, I got divorced in September and moved in October. (I will uncharitably add that whose death occurs impacts how stressful it might or might not be…)
The divorce was life altering, for the better, the lifting of a huge amount of dead weight and an overall relief (even though the process is not fun for anyone, for sure). Sometimes you do not realize what a burden something has become until the boulder is lifted from your chest.
Moving sucked, even though I am moving to a home I like better with a lot more space, better views, less traffic, and an indoor arena.
I acknowledge up front that moving is horrible for everyone, but indulge me for a moment while I lick my own wounds. Moving under a very tight time constraint with more dogs than you can count on one hand, horses, a smattering of snakes (one of which, sadly, escaped just before I moved and I was never able to find her), and a fractured ankle proved to be — um — challenging.
It rained, of course it rained, on moving day. In fact, it poured. The trailer ball on the truck I rented to pull my horse trailer ended up being the wrong size.
Two of my bitches came into season just prior to the move, to ensure that everyone would be at their barking and howling best on moving day (and beyond).
My debit card got hacked (for the fifth time).
AT&T was supposed to be there on October 31st to install phones and internet. They no-showed, but then arrived unexpectedly on November 1st with four other contractors. They installed the phones but told me that they “did not have time” to do the internet, so they would come back in a few days. When they came back on November 5th, the internet still did not work. When I pressed them about this on the 6th, they confessed that they did not have any idea when it could be done. Comcast said no. Frontier said no. My local independent provider said no. DISH was too expensive. So I called my friendly neighbor across the street and asked her what internet service she had. Her response: AT&T. frownie face here.> I called AT&T back again and used a more motivating tone with them (which may or may not have involved mention of the Illinois Consumer Fraud and Deceptive Business Practices Act), and lo and behold, they installed DSL on November 11th!
In the mean time, I had no fenced area for the dogs. For the first two weeks, at least one dog got loose each day. Fortunately, I did manage to get them all back.
The barn cat I inherited (Theo) has a weepy eye, a wet cough, and two unwanted testicles, all of which need to go away.
Minnie Pearl, Oprah, Brigitta, Marilyn, Scarlett, Miley, Vulture and the one without a name yet.
Because things were not interesting enough and I was apparently too idle, I purchased eight chickens to help fill my spare time. Theo is very happy with this development.
To make a long story less long, I am no longer sleeping on the floor and I have a large, fenced pasture for the Sloughis to stretch their legs. My dining room is still packed floor-to-ceiling like a hoarder show, but this, too, shall pass. (Or else, I can just seal that room off into a crypt.) Somehow, I will make a Sloughi specialty show happen at my house this weekend. Still a little sketchy on how all of that will work out.
So, as we gallop down the runway to my favorite holiday, here is what I am thankful for:
I am grateful for my brilliant and beautiful daughter, who on most days is the light of my life, and on the rest of the days teaches me patience.
I am grateful for my amazing family and friends who are truly responsible for moving me, both physically and otherwise.
I am grateful for my animals.
I am grateful for simple things – like hot baths, strong coffee, clean sheets, the nicker of horses, the smell of hay, dry champagne and the dazzling, pink sunrises I see every morning over my pasture.
And I am grateful to you, my dear reader, for indulging me once again with your time and interest in reading this blog.
I hope your cup runneth over this holiday season with things for which to be thankful.