Enough already

I'm not a bank. For money or emotional support. For anything. 

Life is so full of bad news lately that I can hardly take it. Everyone has crap. Mine is health fears for my husband. My oldest just dealt with a former boyfriend stalking her to the point he is now in jail facing a felony charge, talk about fear and stress. Mom takes on the sheriff in a battle of words asking when they will take this seriously...when I plan a funeral? My youngest relapsing, again and disappearing. Fears that she's going to be homeless, and I need to shut off her phone and take car away because I'm enabling. Talk about rip a moms heart out. 

I just can't take more. My tolerance is at an all time low. My caustic side is appearing and I don't like it.  My husband is getting the fall out and that simply makes me cry because he does not deserve it, gentle soul that he is. 

Quite simply, I'm sick of life. Grow up, take responsibility. Leave me the F-alone. I'd like some happiness and peace. My empathy is gone. Where is empathy for me?  Is it any wonder I don't take care of myself?  Here it is folks....ENOUGH. It is time for my health and needs to come first. This is the first time in 54 years, but I'm going to take a stand for once. I deserve happiness and peace. I do not have to answer the phone. If I want to disappear from texts, Facebook, the phone lines....I AM GOING TO. Most important?  You will all survive and perhaps think. You don't need to call me and rain on my parade. 

Ok my whine is over. Just remember, you have a choice. 

Texas Library Association Annual Convention

It has begun.  The largest library convention in the US, which just happens to be in Texas and the one that I attend.  It's always an incredible week as all the vendors and all the authors want to be at THIS convention.  Originally, Stacy was going to come with me, but the reality is that I work from 8 am - 6 p and then after convention is done for the day I need to answer emails and take care of work stuff.  Add that we just bought a house and we will move in three weeks.....well, seemed better he stay at home and work on packing, organizing and the like.  So there he is and here I am.

Today I had a preconference meeting on book mending and repair.  Tonight is an opening reception in the exhibit hall that I"m skipping since I waited 45 minutes for the shuttle and it hadn't come yet.  I was going to miss the majority of the event so decided I'll skip it at this point and eat dinner in the hotel restaurant.  Here I am!  Sitting all by my lonesome in a booth directly in the line of sight of EVERYONE that walks in.  Not the seculded little back booth I'd asked for.  Guess who HATES dining alone?  Yup.  So my computer is keeping me company.  Work emails, business letters and this blog.  Don't know if I look like a pitiful lonely spinster librarian or a high powered executive that is earning shiploads of money.  Guess the glasses, the hair up and the convention badge lend toward the first....

Our house....

I always loved the CSN song Our House and now Stacy and I can say "our house" and mean it.  We bought a house together on Monday.  For our new life.  This is just what I needed to feel part of San Antonio.  Right now, I'm living in the house Stacy has had for 24 years.

It's very hard to feel at home and like you aren't in transition when it's not "your house".  I've had to fit into what already existed and live in a house that wasn't my choice, nothing I'd pick.  Becoming a couple really seems real when you create something that is new to both of you.  This is what I'm looking forward to.

So much, so fast

Be careful what you ask for.....

Stacy is a firm believer in the power of visualization.  I haven't grasped that entirely yet but I do know when I'm told "let's do...." to me it means "GO!"  Things tend to happen fast when I'm put on them.

In Decembere Stacy threw out the "let's move closer to your job since I'm retired and we are starting a new life."  Words I never thought I'd hear as I know how much his house has meant to him.  Nothing I pursued, figured in time.....plus we had a wedding we were planning and a child at home still.

Life keeps changing, child moves out, we get married, I get promoted to director.  That last means that any alarm that goes off or any issue....guess who gets called and needs to get in?  30 minute commute, minimum.

Stacy's shoulder has been an issue for 2.5 years since his motorcycle accident and he has already had two surgeries, he's been convinced things are still wrong and is pursuing a third as the muscle seems to have been cut and healed wrong, bones, not setting in place right and the biggie is the constant pain.  Big pain.

One week ago....Stacy says "GO!" to me on house and he's in middle of doc stuff, CT scans, tests etc for his shoulder.  I issue the warning.....it could happen you know....

This house is a mess, not level, old, lots of miscellaneous things to do to make it sellable.  Lots.  And even then it would need to be a special buyer.  Talk to the agent.....21 days before we put on market so we can get things done, etc, and "oh by the way, here's the name of an investor we know you might want to contact for us as he could be interested in buying our house."

Next day....investor looks and makes an offer.  Yup.  Not listed, house is sold.  21 day closing.  Rent back for 30 days.  ZOOOM!!!!

Tonight I do prequalification paperwork and Monday we look for a new home.  Better start visualizing what we want.....