Two weird things happened this weekend. I was planning to be in a hotel in Chicago tonight hanging out with my sister and her husband (wow, that sounds weird- they JUST got married), but since Julia isn't coming until next weekend (a misunderstanding that is probably more my fault than hers), I decided not to go and switched our plans for a week from now. Even though are bags were packed. And all of Franny's special food. And my laundry was done two days early. And I made a plate of scones to bring to my friend Meredith I was going to stay with.
Then today we got some really bad news. We have to move. In three months. Our landlords came and dropped that bomb on us right after church. Someone came to them and offered to buy the house. WHAT?! Have they even seen the inside? I don't recall showing them the house. How lucky is that for the landlords and how UNlucky is that for us?! I love this house. Boo.
So now we're faced with a decision. Buy or rent, buy or rent. Our future in this town is not certain and we weren't planning to make this decision for another year when we'll have a better idea what our plans are. Grrr... I'm a hot little potato right now.
All I want to do is sew. I wish I could sew all day. It's so weird to me that this is the way I'm dealing with my grief over my Mom's death. How random! I've never liked sewing. I feel cranky because my impending move and the stress and time associated with it is sure to get in the way of my therapy sessions with my Mom's sewing machine. All day I've felt okay about it. Until now. I hate this curve ball that's come our way. Boo.
I always have a hard time publishing posts like this. I hate to whine and rant in public; I like to keep things light and funny. On the other hand, I love it when people are real and don't feel the need to hide the unpleasant. So this is me being real. This is me saying that sometimes, just sometimes, life sucks.