December 2, 2004 ~ The Month of InsanityTM
Missing: One month. Goes by the name of November. Last year, it was wearing thirty days, but I swear this year it wore at most half that (promiscuous trollop!). Last seen around the 9th. Currently, all we can find is December, which simply won't do, for that would mean that it is winter already, and I'd have to report autumn missing too.
What have we gotten ourselves into? This December shall hereafter be referred to as The Month of Insanity.TM
As those who have been reading for a while know, my job is based around our Master's students' six-month semesters. At the beginning of every January and every July, there is a ten to eleven -day residency period when the students come here to campus, and I work fourteen to twenty -hour shifts every day for that period. During the few weeks before each of those times, work starts to get very hectic. That hectic period has hit, at this point.
This year, however, things are ever so slightly more exciting.
The house is a wreck of packing right now. I am pulling everything out of storage and posting on Freecycle everything we don't need. Boxes all throughout the house, and stacks of stuff we plan to get rid of sit in heaps.
The college can't give us a firm move-in date ("We think we should have it ready by then"), but we're shooting for the weekend of the 18th and 19th. Hopefully the college will be able to hold to that. Maybe. If the wind is right. If the planets align. If pigs fly. (Plan? Plan? We don't need no stinkin' plan.)
So, we are going to get everything packed and ready, and, hopefully (but not likely) before the 17th, we'll know that we can move that weekend. If not, we live out of boxes indefinitely. This should be interesting. (Queue nervous laughter).
The only thing that the college can guarantee us is that we can move in by the 31st, so that we are out of our current house (which we have to thoroughly clean and re-paint after we move) by January 1st. Of course, my last day off before the residency hits is December 26th. Working all day and moving all night? Sounds fun, sign me up!
My mantra, right now, though, is, "What happens will happen, and we'll deal with it then." Hopefully, all will go to plan and we'll move on the 18th. Until then, all we can do is pack and be completely ready to spring into action as soon as the all clear is sounded. (And, looking at the mess in my livingroom right now, it is rather like a bomb raid.)
Once we do get the all clear, we plan check out the new house and make sure there isn't any cleaning or re-painting to do before we move in and, if there is, do it. Then we will rent a moving truck, load it immediately, bring it to the new house, unload it as quickly as possible, drive to Tractor & Supply Co., buy and load our fencing materials and tools for building a kennel, bring those back to the house, turn the moving truck in. Then, back to the old house, clean the whole place thoroughly and paint and repair where needed. After that, back to the new house, unpack and build a kennel like mad.
All while working full time or possibly overtime. Sleep? Sleep? We don't need no stinkin' sleep.
Once all of that is over, we're adopting at least one dog. Orientation and Training of New Pack Member(s) ensues. (Considering new pack member(s) will be rescues and quirky and in some ways possibly neurotic, we will certainly have our hands full.
Then the residency will hit, and Morgan will be on his own. heh. (Just kidding. Sort of.)
Oh, and Christmas falls somewhere in there? Right. Anybody wanna help us move?
In all honestly, yes, things have been insane, but exciting. My depression of the last few months has been completely gone, lately, which is a relief too big to state. I feel incredibly alive and motivated and energetic.
(Remind me of these words when I am trying to cram a sofa through a doorway that is two inches too narrow. At three a.m. In the rain.).