What a week

Rarasaur is hosting this year’s NanoPoblano again. I’ve had such a busy exhausting time I decided not to sign on just as I get to a point of things winding down but I’m reading posts (check out the tag #NanoPoblano2022 to see lots of good posts) and enjoying. Ra put up a post today on the prompt “tell us about your week”; thought I’d try that.

I’m dipping the week back to last weekend because it had a lot of impact on the week for me. It was the weekend before my friend Hanna was to arrive and the guestroom still had unpacked boxes, stuff to move out for Goodwill, etc. I arranged for the guy I hired early on to help with moving, clearing, unpacking, etc. to come back for a couple of hours that weekend. So I kept working and also had a pile of stuff for him. Except he never showed. So Sunday, already exhausted to the point of dropping, I did not only everything left on the list for me but also most of his list. Grrr.

Not my favorite way to start a theoretically fun week and I struggled for most of it to rise above the fatigue and enjoy. Starting with never having been to the St. Pete airport, so driving with the anxiety of hoping the navigation system would not do one of its weird misdirections. Fortunately it got me right there and it’s hard to stay grumpy while driving across the Sunshine Skyway Bridge.

Hanna is much younger than I and very lively so she wanted to be out and going! Fortunately for me she had a couple of other friends here so I got breaks, but we did a lot of eating out, a little shopping in the adorable Village of the Arts area, and picking her up from one of her outings I even found out about a really great beach off St. Armand’s and an organic restaurant in St. Armand’s circle.

All of it put me in touch with issues I’ve long been aware of regarding being able to recognize the happy and joyful stuff and be in the moment with it. So I kept moving from feeling “I’m too tired to do this” to realizing how great this restaurant or that crystal shop or this beach, etc. was. Hanna is fun and good-spirited so it wasn’t hard to enjoy being with her but otherwise an interesting dance between old numbness/”no fun” habits and new awareness of happy moments.

All that wandering in the area and finding new restaurants, etc. turned out to be good for feeling a little bit more like I really landed here instead of that life brought me to a strange place I don’t know well. And being in places having fun with a friend felt like a little harbinger of more fun here once I know some people. Been too busy unpacking, getting settled, obtaining new car title, etc. so far to be out meeting people anywhere.

Closer in, some issues I’ve always had about condos and condo associations cropped up when Hanna hung some beach stuff on the front courtyard fence, which is apparently a no no. Instead of coming over here to talk to me, several whiny people with the emotional maturity of a 5-year-old called the office to complain. Though the office manager was very diplomatic, it really ticked me off and reminded me why, after some run-ins with busybodies in the early years when both my parents lived here, I decided I would never live in a condo.

The couple remaining days of the week after Hanna left I sank bank into relaxation. Made a decision that the rest of the unpacking is on hiatus since I have everything I need for day-to-day life set up. Once I could just sit back and be for a while, the reality of being far from the home I’d had for 24 years started sinking in. And questions about staying here.

Most of the day yesterday I was on a schedule that was off from my normal of recent years. Early in the evening, while lounging on the couch reading, I had the sudden feeling I should be doing “the next thing”. Which led, after realizing I’d already done the exercises I usually do then, that SO much of my schedule in recent years was set up around my mother’s schedule and that I’m now free to have my own. May sound small, but to me it’s big and I’m still mulling the aspects that suit me fine so I’ll keep versus what I may want to change.

Quite a week, from frantically working past my limits, through having a mini vacation with my friend, to lounging and having time to reflect…

5 thoughts on “What a week

  1. Ah dear lady, those little ‘wanders’ have paid off already. A moment of peace, and inner smile or two, and before you know it…you’ll be looking forward to them. May they all bring a heart alive, regardless of the resident natives, and because of our own inner natural way of being. Set her free 🤣❤️🙏🏽

    • At the moment, definitely basking in the peace and my self-declared hiatus on any further unpacking unless I have a strong desire to do something. Really needed this spell of quiet.

  2. Settling in can be such fun, and stressful too. The dichotomy of being in place but not feeling ‘in place’.

    And as to condo boards… we are part of a Homeowners Association — so there are covenants in place – one of them being dogs must be on leash — even on our own property – which my husband balks at. So… late one night (around 11) he let Beau out and as Beau was sniffing the flowerbeds, three youth in dark hoodies walked past – we’re a gated cul de sac community — Beau, thinking they didn’t belong, barked and chased them off the property. Except — apparently, one of them was the daughter of a new owner in a house further down (there are 14 duplexes, 28 houses in the community). When I returned from Vancouver and my husband told me what happened, I apologized to the new owners. Except… they still reported Beau to the city and we got a $250 fine for his chasing people! Oh. And now he has a record with Bylaw!

    Sigh. Like you, I wish they’d come and spoken to us first.

    • Ouch, that’s quite a price for your dog barking in your own yard.
      I gather pretty much every HOA winds up with some of the whiny “tattle on you” crowd in the mix. Not sure yet how well I will cope with that.

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