Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Busy, Busy

Little bee. Between my school, prepping for the oldest screamer to start (for a while at least) at the local ant colony, writing out and working up new patterns (knitting, a small obsession), deciding what goes and what stays of the suddenly huge amount of crap we own and the spousal unit’s impending leave…well, I’ve decided that I’m only one woman and while I’m one heck of a woman…I can’t do it all. Dang good thing I took a vacation earlier this year, I guess.

Alas, the job is mine. So I plug away at it…a little at a time. Right now I’m in the list phase. Listing things that are must haves and keeps, then listing the stuff that’s gotta go because…let’s face it, I don’t mind moving but I hate packing. With a fierce and fiery passion…deeply, deeply hate it. Unfortunately, I can’t just dump it all on my sister (though she is a great resource for off loading outgrown screamer clothing) so it calls for a definite think on what should go into the impending yard sale (wait, I don’t have a yard!!). I foresee that the screamers will be sent to visit the grandparents so that I may relieve the house of things that they think are life and death…aka toys. There lies the greatest battle. A battle I shall fight alone.

The spousal unit is primed and ready to go…off to wherever. No, we don’t know yet. He’s having to do the typical military thing and wait. Nothing new there, only this time we wait on the Doc at MEPS to go through his original discharge paperwork and the subsequent workups along with the rest of the goo. Once that’s all settled (and it will be, there’s one tiny piece of paper in there that makes all the rest moot…a letter from the Secretary of the Army that basically says “All clear.”), he gets to go and do all the contract stuff then is gone. The screamers and myself will follow whenever (housing and such, ya know). Which translates to me packing (unless we end up overseas again…I could so live with that) and taking care of all loose ends here. Oh yeah…and I gotta keep up with the screamers and school. Mercy on me!!

I do think that this whole return to military life will be an interesting case study though. How can I work on the being prepared but still keep things mobile enough for easy (or semi-easy) moving? Should be fun to say the least. And a good example of how just about anyone can do it…don’t you think?

1 comment:

HermitJim said...

May you be strong in the midst of all the madness headed your way!

Good luck, my feisty friend!

The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedience, and by parts. --Edmund Burke