Mr. Bennet, library

A Mixed Bag, or, No Place Like Home

No more running, no more hiding
No more hurting, no more crying
No more trouble, no more sighing
No more falling, no more striving
No more heartache, no more fighting
No more fears, only flying

The last 48 hours have been a mixed bag. My troubles started, as they often do, with a severe bout of insomnia - right before a rare 8am-5pm workday at my regular reception fill-in position. One might say that I was up in time for work, with, oh, I don't know, 4 hours to spare. I did my best to keep fully awake, and the severe windchill of the morning helped. Unfortunately, because of all the strange goings-on from our landlord situation, I had parked in front of a fire hydrant and apparently they actually ticket for that here. I have a friend who works in emergency services, so I am always concerned by making sure their job is do-able if necessary - the hydrant was surrounded by two huge driveways - if there had been an emergency, my car would not have harmed response time, so in my common fashion, I had established that the purpose of the law was being upheld. I am not a rules person in that way - I am really only obedient to the purpose of a law and not its letter in basically every area of my life, hydrants being no exception. So when I got a ticket I was understandably grumbly. I'm one of the people that actually cares about emergency services and pulls over for them and stuff, and here I am getting a ticket for a dumb rule. Ugh.

On the other hand, I had remembered to auto-start the car, so that made things a lot easier, and both Paul and I had really good lunches from leftovers to take to work. My meal planning is starting to really make a difference in our whole days, not just dinner.

I carted the dog off to daycare as a favour to the hubby, who usually takes care of that, and then started off for work.
I made it doggy daycare and then to work, safe, but 5 minutes late because traffic was more of a nightmare than usual. No matter how much time you leave, sometimes, it's not enough at rush hour.

Since this particular temp job is fine with my playing around on my email as long as I make sure everything they need done is done, I then spent all morning in a long and ill-advised dispute with my SEO manager via email, wherein I may have burned my bridges, but I am still feeling confused as to whether or not that's a good thing. After talking to Paul at lunch (and again later) I feel better about it, but not entirely. Making big business decisions on 48 hours without sleep is a terrible idea.

Work was fine, except that when the FedEx guy came, I was expecting a small packet not a giant box, and didn't think there was anything for him. Fortunately, the other admin person volunteered to drop it off at the headquarters, which was only 7 minutes away.

Paul and I have been watching the Anne of Green Gables movies, which still fill me with kindred spirit. Today I said to Paul, "Anne of Green Gables says, 'Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.' I ask, 'But Anne, what about after lunch?' Imaginary-Anne laughs at me, but nods in understanding.'

Traffic was bad on the way home again because the weather is SO poor - it's freezing rain here - and as a result I was so completely and thoroughly out of energy that I collapsed into bed upon arriving home - which prevented Paul from telling me all the good news in his day. I woke up at midnight (just enough sleep to ensure a sleepless night, sadly), and Paul was still awake, but in bed beside me.

That's when I found out that he'd picked up the proof of my self-published poetry book. It's beautiful. I can't wait for the full printing, to give it to friends and family!

Then he told me that his supervisors are making inferences to his being hired to a newly available permanent position, which would mean that he'd actually completely keep his case load, but have a permanent job. All he has to do is apply - the posting should be up in a day or two.
Finally, the very bestest news of all.

The home we looked at - the one that's in the perfect part of town, with a huge and well-designed kitchen adjoining the living room, a front office, gorgeous tilework on the front porch floor, three bedrooms (one of the kids/guest rooms is decorated in a fish theme), a nice yard for dogs and kids to play, a 2.5 car garage with TONS of storage space, a laundry room with a laundry sink (which we would have to share), and tons of little details that make me smile (nooks for houseplants, for instance!)  That amazing place... It's probably ours on April 1st. Not only that, but in a blessing that is literally the size of a house, we could be paying about the same amount as we currently pay for our basement hovel.

Ever since we heard about this place, we've been excited and hopeful, but everything we wanted is coming to pass. All that we've endured here has been teaching me patience, and it looks like my patience is being richly rewarded slightly ahead of schedule. Wow. The best part about it all is that this will FINALLY allow us to start the adoption process, which we intend to get the ball rolling on sometime in the next few weeks. We could actually afford to really do things for the kids, too, with that kind of rent.

So when I say that today was a mixed bag, I mean it was a bag of gold with a couple of annoying pokey rocks in it. At the end of the day, there's no papers signed, so I'm going to still hold my breath just a little, but we're still giving our notice tomorrow. Worst case scenario, we're here a little longer or we have to find another place. But this setup seems like such a specific blessing.

The kitchen. Oh, I could rhapsodize about that kitchen for years. Sometimes when I am dreaming of the place and thinking, "Our home!" another, louder thought interjects, "Our kitchen!", The kitchen is made to be lived in, and I tell you I will live in it happily. It is the kind of kitchen that makes one feel even more strongly that housewife commercials from the 50s could maybe, possibly be true after all. There is, I would suspect, approximately 15 times our current counterspace. I might be off, but I suspect I'd be estimating low.

Our current kitchen has about 10 sq ft of walkable floor space. It's basically a closet. This kitchen has maybe 100-200 sq ft. It's easily twice the size of the kitchen we had in our home in Saskatoon, and I liked that one. This kitchen has a built in drainboard on the double sink which is right beside the dishwasher. There is a window over the sink, which I loved in my last place. This kitchen has a half dozen giant roll out pantry drawers. This kitchen has a range hood that actually goes to the outside. It has track lighting on the counters. It has a giant, tall spot for medium-use kitchen appliances. This kitchen has an open floor plan so you can move about it in without tripping over anything - including investigative dogs and young kids.

The office, too, would be perfect. It has a whole window set of light, a place for Murphy to sun himself and watch for others of his kin to come by with their people on leashes... It's right beside the front door, so I wouldn't need to bring people into the house. The kitchen and livng room have a door to the hallway that can be shut for noise, so I could have a quiet space to work - and if I were working late I wouldn't wake Paul. There are plenty of big closets. The living room has all kinds of cubbies built in for toy storage.

The only downsides are somewhat significant. We'd have to share laundry with downstairs neighbors. We'd be on the hook for all the utilities, if the downstairs renters couldn't pay. The bedrooms are very small, but I suspect nobody would do much more than sleep in them, everything doing would be in the main space.

It is so much more than I could have asked for right now, with the condition of our finances. Glory to God!