confessions

okee…well…i have to confess that the Spouse Unit and the Otherlings are not the only pack-rats in the house. guess who has tax records for his business, including State taxes across three States, all the way back to 1995. but not just the tax filings. all the manuals, preparation forms, multiple copies of W-2, 1099′s etc, etc, etc…gah. it has taken me the better part of two days to purge the office of literally hundreds of pounds of needless paper and other things, and i haven’t even managed to clean off my desk, yet. i have cleaned out my desk, though, which is kind of nice. instead of having four drawers full of outdated computer cables, connectors, small tools, and soccer referee paraphernalia (coins, pins, etc), i now have places where i can put things! whodathukit?!?!

what’s actually amazing is how long i’ve been carrying that stuff around, even paying to move it twice. {sigh}

this really hasn’t started getting fun yet, but i am certainly glad to feel lighter.

are we there yet?

…and it continues

i can readily foresee that moving, even across town, is going to be, if not a long painful process, then certainly one in which every detail is going to be experienced with jolting clarity. and the fact that i sincerely, seriously do not want to move isn’t helping any.

we did find a cool house on Thursday, so if we can get all our ducks in a row and get this house on the market and somehow manage to sell it in the middle of the winter, we’ll be good to go. i wouldn’t expect that house to be available much into the spring, that’s for sure. the property value there is questionable, and thus a bit of a concern, but other than that, it really does look like i place we’d be happy in, and the mortgage would be considerably less. it’s even on a half-acre, so we’d only lose around 2.8 acres of our current space. {sigh} but the current owners tricked it out pretty well downstairs, and built into the underside of the core-floor garage. so, with that addition, the house is actually about as big is this one. and since part of that addition is still unfinished (electrical, air and wall/ceiling treatments), the space of the addition doesn’t show in the price of the house. all we have to do is finish it, and the price of the house goes up as much as it can given the location (there are lease homes starting next door, and the whole neighborhood is interspersed with them).

oh. as the three of us (#1 Daughter was still with her grandparents on Thursday) rolled out of the car, i believe i spied one of our youth referees shoveling snow out of her front driveway. so there’d at least be someone in the neighborhood that #1 Son and i know. on the other hand, she’s a high school senior next year, and that means two things. 1. i better damn well be shooting her senior portraits, and 2. there will be parties at her house next year. neat. and i would not doubt at all that her parents will ask us at some point to ‘keep an eye’ on her while they’re away. at least they’re good people!

anyway, Friday was spent largely in contemplation of the imminent change coming our way. the Spouse Unit also had some work to get done, and a meeting that wound up being almost four hours long. so, i really thought about the move and tried to come up with ways to make it an enjoyable experience for all of us, and then, of course, i started thinking about all the things we’ll have to get done around here to get this house on the market. to be honest, after a full day’s consideration, as well as some time on the same subject spent yesterday, i haven’t quite figured out the best way to get all that going, especially since i really don’t want to move.

i think i’ve probably mentioned that before. i find it rather telling that i have friends dating back to the early 1990′s, largely met solely on the computer, whose friendship has shown more constancy than we have managed to show for settling down in one place, despite our expressed desires to do exactly that.

jdg_20071227_3403pvw.jpgbah. i don’t want to move. that means very little, though, when part of the reason why we need to move is the massive amounts of money i’m not making in my own business. at this point, it’s either move or be in debt forever. i recognize the need to move, but the doing of it, i’m not so interested in. it’s exciting in its own way, but it’s not really the type of excitement i want to keep experiencing every few years.

all of which ultimately matters very little, and i have to set it aside. now i have to be Mr. Helpful and Mr. GoodExample (and don’t forget Mr. JuggleTheClientsWithTheCleaningAndTheFixing), and i will soon get to be Mr. QuitWorkingAndDisappearWheneverSomeoneWantsToLookAtTheHouseSoPleaseCallAheadYouDumbassRealtor. and then i’ll get to be Mr. JuggleTheClientsWithThePackingAndTheMoving. eventually ending in Mr. JuggleTheClientsWithTheTilingAndTheFinishing. because if we get that house, there is a large room downstairs that will definitely need tile because it has a full sauna in it already and it’s wired for a hottub, which the Spouse Unit very much wants (and we can get pretty decent ones for list price through out brother-in-law). but the absolute last thing that’s going to work in that kind of room is carpet, which is how the current owners left it probably because they realized how much it would cost and/or how much of a hassle it is to tile a room that size (roughly 18×22 with irregular walls). and we all know who bought a big-ass tile saw last time he had to do this stuff, and who moved the big-ass tile saw all the way out here from California, and who has been quietly pleased the whole time he’s lived here to have avoided tiling the entire downstairs of this house.

karma sucks. but i digress. as previously noted, this is something i do well.

we started yesterday going through clothes that should have been given to Goodwill ages ago. #1 son took most of my old referee t-shirts and polos from AYSO soccer out in California, though, as if he needed more crap in his room to work around. after we go through some other stuff today though (old kids games and things like that), we’ll have a van-load of items for Goodwill that never should have made the trip from California with us. the Spouse Unit and i were just so tired during that move that it became easier to throw everything on the moving truck than separate it out. we’re not making that mistake again. there’s really not that much to fix up around here: some minor things, is all. i get to figure out how to touch up the paint on the front of the garage when it’s only 15 degrees outside, though. that should be fun!

doing all this is going to be a challenge. luckily, i like challenges. i’m exceptionally afraid that we’re going to get moved, and the Spouse Unit will land a job that would have seen us sitting pretty in this house, though. maybe someday we can move back out here or someplace like it. i’m certainly glad i shot up the back of here quite a bit already, and in all seasons. i will be pulling photos out of those collections for fine art work for a very long time to come. when it comes time for that, that’s probably what i’ll do if/when a realtor calls wanting to show the house, too. i’ll just put on the snow boots and head out back with a camera or two and do some last shoots.

bah. it starts today.

at 3:00 p.m. central time.

yes, at 3:00 p.m. central time, we begin the frickin’ god-forsaken intriguing process of looking at houses.

everyone just look at your watches or clocks or whatever at that time and heave a big ol’ sigh for me. there’s a couple of reasons:

  1. i don’t wanna move.
  2. i wanna be incredibly melodramatic about it, at least here on the blog, because it’ll be a decent amount of work to get us out of this house.

ever notice how quickly people collect shit? gah. we’re in trouble….

on the other hand, this will be the first move while (actively) blogging, so at least i’ll be able to vent.

posts regarding the move will be filed largely under ‘tempered impatience’ because i’m already ready for it to be over….

oh…and lest i forget…WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! and BOOO-HOOO-HOOO!!!!

we are back for a while

we are back from the frozen wastelands of slightly-north-of-here. despite being this far north (relative to the residences of many of my readers), this was our first “truly white” Christmas in several years. yeah, yeah, yeah…there’s been snow on the ground the last few years…snow like somebody went and opened a fifty-pound bag of flour over every square mile. this year, there were actually a few inches of sun-and-wind-skinned snow setting, and some appreciable drifts courtesy of the wind.

it was an early Christmas this year, thanks once again to the sisters’ conflicting work schedules. one of my brothers-in-law got half the family sick because of something he brought along with him after having gotten it from one of his kids. so our short, early Christmas rapidly became a care center for the stricken: my other brother-in-law, my son, and both of my parents-in-law. i knock on wood several times a day.

i am trying to pump out the blog transfer for the otherwhirled and synthaetica, but i have experienced a wordpress import problem that may ultimately require me to do the import directly from the database. in fact, i should probably just do that and scrub the support ticket. it’s been a while since i did something completely databasey, anyway.

and, for what it’s worth, i know this will eventually come up in searches for wordpress+'import & problem'which is by no means the point of this post. but in case that happens, i hope you read down to this to discover me saying “the wordpress import problem is probably somewhere in my php.ini, the default installation of which is an excellent example of too much information in the way of code-comments provided in the file.” because if it wouldn’t be such a butt-pain to read without all the comments, but my limited understanding of regular expressions keeps me from making that available in any sort of responsible, feasible time. besides which, i’m not really confident of the intrinsic, ongoing, and long-term benefit of seeing that file as just a bunch of settings with no explanations. heh. i’ll just have to sit down and read the whole damn thing one of these days, but….*yawn*….

anyway, we are back, except for #1 Daughter, who is continuing her annual stay with her grandparents, who always enjoy her company. she’ll be coming back on New Year’s Eve, i believe. and we are back, but will quite likely be moving—out of this house at a very likely minimum, and possibly even out of the state. it’s all rather hypothetical right now, but the bottom lines are fairly simple. the Spouse Unit is getting laid off where she works, and some of her best job opportunities could potentially lead us to “follow the money” to places as far apart as Santa Clara, CA to Colorado Springs, CO to Minneapolis, MN to somewhere in Florida. Colorado Springs would be our preferred area if our current location isn’t an option, although Minneapolis would put us closer to the Spouse Unit’s sisters.

but even that aside, the other bottom line is the fact that even after putting a lot of money down on this house when we moved here, the inherent limitations on how much i can make when working almost entirely alone coupled with the fact that companies out here do not come even close to compensating intelligent, well-educated females for what they’re actually worth is forcing us to consider selling this house and moving into town. None of us want to do that, but since we put so much down on the house (which was actually a very good idea on the time, just one that was based primarily on the expectation that it’d take the Spouse Unit about six months to get hired. instead, it took almost 18. and then her layoff comes at the bottom of the bell curve of my business cycle (not many people get married in the winter, and soccer’s not a good game when it’s less than 40 degrees. cold-weather injuries are a bitch).

from the front porch of the base camp © 2007 Dawnne so, it looks very strongly like we’re moving. we just have to figure out how not to make it an entirely bad thing for #1 Son and #1 Daughter. the photo is from our current front porch just this morning. several retouch methods, obviously. predictably, with the prospect of moving looming over us, i will be more inclined to document the views for what little time i have remaining.

congratulations to my father, by the way. it took the VA until just this past Monday to finally award him 50% disability with back-pay. it should have been at least 75%, but now that he has finally been awarded something, the paperwork, while considerable, is much easier to file. i’m glad you finally got something out of them, Dad. hang in there!