OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!
I deserve that.
But we have reached the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel! Hubs and I are now living in the Windy City. Homeless. Sort of.
More about that later…
We closed on our home in Atlanta at the end of June. It’s been 8 years since we sold our last house and I forgot what a “treat” selling a house can be. Like watching a WH coronavirus “task force” briefing.
So. Very. Painful.
For those of you who are regular AGMA-ites, you know I’ve complained over the past few years about how I just can’t seem to multi-task anymore. Younger years were spent juggling the many balls of growing kids, aging parents, work and volunteerism. And I was pretty darned good at it.
Modesty is overrated.
But once I hit 60, I seemed to lose the ability to manage multiple projects at once.
Well…I’m very glad to report that AGMA still has what it takes! It wasn’t that I lost the ability; it’s just that I didn’t really HAVE to do things like when I was younger. Once upon a time, kids had to get to ballgames on time and projects had to be done for work on time and volunteer commitments needed to be fulfilled on time.
It’s truly amazing what you can pull off when you have hard and fast deadlines. When things HAVE to get done because you don’t have any other option. When there can’t be any Plan B
I HAD to find temporary apartments in Atlanta and Chicago, HAD to sort and pack all of our belongings and find a place to store them, HAD to make arrangements to give away, get rid of the stuff we weren’t taking/storing, all before the movers came. And I HAD to buy a car that could fit 3 car seats before we left for Chicago.
Yup – I did it all. And, mostly, it pretty much sucked.
I went to bed exhausted every night. I quit using my blood pressure cuff because I had so many spinning plates to keep up in the air. Similar logic to the Orange Covidiot’s logic on coronavirus testing… If I didn’t take my BP, it couldn’t be high, right?
Basically, I was pretty much a bitch. And with the pandemic on top of it all, AGMA found herself in some dark places mentally and emotionally at times.
So be glad Debbie Downer didn’t post for a while.
Another one of my “issues” with writing is that I didn’t have any place to write. My muse of a coffee shop in Atlanta – Dancing Goats – was closed for all but carry out because of the pandemic. And even after the Orange Arse Kissing Covidiot of a Governor in Georgia opened everything back up and invited COVID-19 to have field day infecting Georgians, Dancing Goats is continuing to only do carry out.
AGMA didn’t realize how important DG was to me as far as blogging inspiration goes. I tried a few times writing from home, but…nah….
Then we moved out of our 3400 sq ft townhouse into our 700 sq ft temporary apartment in Atlanta for 3 weeks until we were able to move into our 700 sq ft temporary “garden” (meaning it’s in a basement and a bit like a cave) apartment in Chicago 2 weeks ago.
It’s cosy. And dark. But it’s nicely appointed, has lots of high end touches, and is less than 2 miles from the MWGITW (most wonderful grandchildren in the world!)
That’s really why we did this. All of it.
Seeing them, spending time with them, playing with them, hearing them laugh, having them hug and snuggle with us has made all of the tears and stress and anxiety and curse words (oh yeah – there were a lot of them!) of the past 4 months worth it.
And yesterday, hopes of AGMA rising like a phoenix from the ashes of unwritten blog posts were rekindled! I think I found my new “Dancing Goats” here in Chicago! It’s a delightful French bakery/cafe with a nice big shaded patio and only an 8 minute walk from our Hobbit Hole of an apartment!
And OMG…they sell bottles of lovely French wine for patio consumption for a pretty reasonable price.
Alert: drunk blog post coming soon!
Damn…it’s good to be back!