Yeah. About That...

What a difference a week makes, no? When last we spoke, I mentioned we thought we'd found a house we could live with. All this might sound like we're settling, because we love a lot about my current house. But it's all about location, location, location. So we're prepared to give up a certain amount of square footage and so forth, as long as the neighborhood is right. Turns out, the home I mentioned was not the one for us.

But, as TFMD mentioned in her post, we found one. After over a year of house hunting, this was the first home we walked into and could immediately see ourselves living there.
It's not ours yet. We're still in the inspection/financing process, but we expect it to go pretty quickly. Halloween (fingers crossed) will be in my first new home in 15 years. A perfect new start for the Celtic New Year.

In the meantime, between back to school, wedding plans and housing, I've been feeling mentally and emotionally besieged, and that has manifested in the usual inward retreat, monosyllabic interactions and a general frowny face. This week has been especially frantic, thus the lack of posting. I'll get back into the swing of things as the schedule smooths out.

And tomorrow, I get to see some friends I've not seen in about three years. Sweet deal!

Moment of Zen

After several days of giving each other this look...

TFMD and I began to talk about the housing options available to us. There is one property where we liked everything about the exterior, but the main floor would have made us miserable. The other option is actually on the same street; it's a 1940s build instead of a 1920s craftsman, but the interior would work so much better for us "right out of the box", as it were. Better flow. Less work to make it work.

And suddenly, the stress lifted away. It's not completely gone, but at least we're not scrunched up wads of nerve fibers spewing fiery hatred. Honestly, we never were spewing fiery hatred, but it's something I aspire to avoid anyway.

So the rest is really in the Universe's hands (if the Universe actually has hands - big strong hands). Domines have been lined up. We're just waiting for things to fall into place. Or not.

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I must say, even though it doesn't count, I've been enjoying the NFL preseason this year. Having a new coach doesn't seem to have handicapped our Seahawks, who are 3 and 0. And Thursday they face my old Raiders, who just got their asses handed to them by New Orleans. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Plowin' Through

I guess I'm better under fire than I give myself credit for when facing down a week as packed as this. But here I am, checking off the to-do list and shuttling people and appointments all around. I feel a bit like The Colonel...



The shoot is this Saturday. I'm a bit nervous, but it's the good butterflies I always get before a shoot.

Rae's innards are apparently not to be worried about at this point in time, so that's nice. We dropped the kids at Tae Kwon Do yesterday and walked across the street to Prost! for a wee happy hour of our own. I had an Oktoberfest and TFMD had a V&T. It reminded us of the picture of our deoderants in the medicine cabinet. And of course of our actual relative dimensions.

Anyhoo, we're celebrating 9 months together today. Doesn't seem like a long time at all, but then again, so much has happened in such a short period. Craziness.

That's all I've got for now. Anon.

(Welcome to) Hell Week

The weekend was a lot fuller than we'd anticipated, even with the subtraction of the Always... Patsy Cline show at ACT (I've never been there, and the Google directions were way off, so we changed our tickets). It meant that we actually had a little down time before running off to dinner at Kyle & Mandi's. I love having them as friends, and talking shop is always fun. Kyle played us some of the new Collider CD, and I complimented him on how "in-his-element" he sounded.

Sunday was coffee with Ron, followed by decorating and prep for the Oscar party I volunteered to host. I have GOT to stop volunteering to host every gathering that comes up - it's just that I love to host gatherings, and it's so much easier to worry about childcare when you're in your own home. We had seven people plus the two of us, all eating, drinking and guessing on the awards.

And now we begin a week so packed with stuff I can't think straight and my head gets all swimmy. Kids start Tae Kwon Do. Both have counseling. Kayleigh has after school programs. Tyler has a doctor appointment and full blood panel. We have a family dinner in Ballard, a Costco run for supplies for Saturday's shoot, and a production meeting for said shoot, plus another dinner on Friday. Madness, I tell ya.

And then there's the issue of TFMD's cervix. I wasn't gonna blog about this, but since she laid it out there, I will just add that it's got me worried. Not because I think anything IS wrong, but due to my experience with cancer, what COULD be wrong. I know better than to dwell there, but I'm not gonna lie and say it hasn't crossed my mind. I offered to take her to her appointment today, but she opted for the best-girlfriend option and that's cool. I knew she was a bit freaked yesterday when she came home from dress shopping. We have a few things on the schedule this evening, but hopefully we can retire early.

Lots going on in both of our noggins, to be sure. I just want to get through the week and burn some tape* on Saturday.

"burn some tape" = shoot a movie

Back to Abnormal

While I offer no apologies for waxing political during this history-making past few days, I now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog.

The autumn rain is here. It's not hard rain. It's that Pacific Northwest dense veil of wet that's somewhere between thick fog and real rain. This is the wet we're famous for.

I've been a domestic Superman, clearing space for the imminent move-in, scheduling doctors' appointments and talking to school officials. It's a crazy, crazy time, and I'll be happy when this phase is over. Tyler has his sleep study consult scheduled. In January. Oh well, at least it's now on the books.

Been trying to distract myself from the mundane worries that usually end up as a knot in my stomach making me sick. Today that meant a carry-out lunch from Taco Del Mar and Eulogy. I'd not heard of this film before putting it on my Netflix queue, but man, what a cast and a fantastic script! Hank Azaria is great. And when do we really get to see Debra Winger anymore?

Tonight will be more soup for dinner, and more Buffy episodes. They're good time-wasters in the evening, and heck, I've done everything on my checklist today.