Two More Sleeps

Last night when we got home there was a box on the porch. 

I knew it was from C. 

She had sent us cheesesteaks for dinner the other night and here we were fussing with life in the new place, and she sent bagels and cream cheese & lox. 

It didn't get here during the day when we were here yesterday, but arriving home last night and seeing it there was delightful. Doug and I could dive in this morning, and yes. It was outstanding. 

I know you are reading this, C. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. My bagel loving heart. 

This morning we spent time fussing around with the living room layout and doing things around the place. We agreed on a number of things, and the living room is morphing into a really good living space. 

I encouraged Doug to rent a U-haul for Saturday. He moaned a little and I said you should do it now, because things could be all rented out for the weekend, thankfully, he did listen and did it. We got a 10ft truck which is probably too big, we won't need that much space, but. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. 

Before more time got too ahead of us, because we could literally spend all our time here making everything just right, we packed up and headed south. Time will do that.

We got to the house at about 1:30pm. Goals there for today, work in the kitchen, finish cleaning out our bedroom, and Doug was tackling the shed and yard. Everything we need to put in the U-haul from the outside is on the patio. Boom. Done. I accomplished a whole lot inside, didn't finish 100% of everything but really made giant strides and big dents. 

Tomorrow, we'll go back again. Geoff's last day is tomorrow and he'll be home around 5:30pm and we'll probably be done, grab dinner, and head up here to live as a family together for the first night. 

Then, finish everything Saturday with that rental truck.

I have some work tomorrow to do downstairs for Geoff's room, seeing as we dumped all of his clothing on his bed to reclaim some of the plastic bins, so I'll do that first thing. Ha.

And I didn't take a picture, but, my heart had a little moment this afternoon. I went downstairs to look at everything that still needs done downstairs. Geoff's got a sleeping bag set up on the floor in his old room, in the middle of a lot of chaos and mess that we'll have to contend with there.... but ...

On the pillow, in the sleeping bag, there is a beanie baby. A little white and black dog beanie baby. Right there by where you'd put your cheek when sleeping. 

My heart swelled a little that my 28 year old son has a beanie baby that he's probably had for 20 plus years, right next to his face where he sleeps.

Jesus. I got soft and emotional. I mentioned it to Doug, and he said "Yeah, I saw that too."

I fucking love my son, you guys.

We loaded up the car, got a quart of oil for the poor bedraggled Mini Cooper that we're just driving 54 miles to and fro every fucking day, and I prayed for it to keep doing amazing work for us. Two more round trips, Mini. You can do it. I can do it. We can do it.

When we got home here, we had a lovely package waiting for us. It was from the realtor that we first started working with in Virginia when we were looking out at Front Royal and surrounds. She's not licensed in Maryland, so she referred us to the buyers broker that we ended up working with to buy this place. 

I'm overwhelmed by how kind it is for her to have sent us a gift box, for people she invested time with and lost out on a sale with.... I really liked her as a person and she facebook friended me so I sent money to her daughter's fundraiser for cheer squad. Her partner is a handyman, and we're far from them geographically but his knowledge and insight for what we want to do upstairs for shoving in a bathroom will be helpful. 

Also, he's funny as hell. 

My heart felt full with the beanie baby and the kindness of C and our "other" buyers broker. We never would get through this all without others. 

Today, we didn't see our neighbor J and the doggo Meg. I'll reach out to her tomorrow or on Saturday when we have the truck. Shit, I'm going to miss them. 

Anyway. Here is my bagel from this morning looking beautiful. Digits, below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 4pm, a measurable walk in the house for 20 min/.45 miles. 13k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 148
5pm: 109
10:15pm: 133

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
10:30am: everything bagel w/plain cream cheese (omg)
2pm: met+glip
3:30pm: apple w/pb
8:30pm: protein bar; white wine
10pm: met+glip