more matter | less art

That’s what is surrounding me right now, with the exception of the whirring of a ceiling fan. I’m not even sure why it’s still running… I hate feeling wind blow on me, but the hubby turned it on last night and I haven’t bothered to shut it off.

You can add the dog’s toenails clicking against the hardwood to the list of sounds. He was probably in the bathroom sorting through the trash. Of late he has taken to pulling out old razors, which is making me a bit nervous.

So. Why the silence? The hubby is at nighttime orientation and probably won’t be back until after 9, leaving me alone in our little cottage. Being married to someone shifts your perspective a bit in that you really notice when they aren’t there. We do just about everything together, so I feel… displaced, I guess.

My friend Erin did come up to chat and have coffee this afternoon, so that was nice. I haven’t seen her in a very long time, but we fell right back into that comfortable mode. I did, anyway. We worked together a few years back, and we spent many a Saturday sitting atop the packaging station just shooting the breeze. I mean… working very hard… yeah, that.

Speaking of work, I really like my new job, but we’re in the midst of a big transition and I HATE transitions. Too much uncertainty and unbalance. I’m praying that we make it to our new location before the week is out, because the hodgepodge is killing me.

I have a headache.

It seems that if you get on the internet every single day as though it’s a drug necessary for survival, you’d make time to post. Clearly that is not the case around here.

Overall, things are going really well. I’m still enjoying my job, and the hubby has started in-service and seems to love it. Oh, yes, he got a teaching job. My old job, actually. I was going to let him post all about it, but his procrastination has left me with no other choice. I had to say it. Sorry, babe.

The house never seems to stay clean, so I, in my type-A style, created a chart dividing the different rooms up between the two of us over the course of the week. So far it hasn’t made any significant impact, as neither of us pays attention to it. It’s hanging on the fridge right next to the grocery checklist that has never been used. Oy.

I have redlights in my hair again, and it is cropped short. I am happy about this.

Um. I guess that’s all. Oh! Wait! They caught out burglars! We don’t have any of our stuff back yet, but the guys are in jail. Suits me.

Sorry neither of us has posted in awhile. We’ve had a few snafus, not the least of which is some pond scum breaking into our house while we weren’t home and stealing the computer, amongst other things. We have insurance, so monetarily we’ll be okay, but my goat has been gotten. If they come back, we’re packing heat. I’m just hateful that way.

Real estate is still good. Looks like I will be transitioning from administrative assistant to project manager on several of our flips. How cool is that? I’ll be like one of those little HGTV people running around telling other people what to do. Hell yeah.

The hubby has great news as well, though I will wait to let him share it with you.

We met our “fancy” neighbors from the 200K neighborhood next door. Ironically enough, we got to know them because they erected the final portion of their privacy fence which completely shuts their yard off from ours. Good fences make good neighbors, you know. They are cool people. He’s a pilot pursuing his master’s, and she stays at home with their little girl. They want us to have dinner with them soon. It’s nice to know the locals.

The house is coming along swimmingly (sans robbery, of course). It’s really down to the details now. Pictures WILL be posted before the summer is out.

Time for my QT. God’s been sharing some interesting stuff lately. In particular, Isaiah 16:5 and Isaiah 32:17-18. I mean, that’s just awesome.