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January is slipping away
Jan. 24th, 2021 07:57 pmStill in New Mexico.
Still not King. (to recycle an old fandom joke.)
Last Tuesday I reduced the price on my condo and extended the sale until the end of March - it had been set to expire at the end of January. There were other units for sale in the area that were making my place look too expensive, so. I am more than ready to move out of New Mexico: I just don't have a place to go TO.
Last weekend Dad and I took a trip down to Las Cruces. Our main purpose was to look at a condo down there for him. He'd found it online, and had been making noises about renting it first, and then putting this house up for sale empty and I wasn't feeling it. But we'd have to look at the prospect first. So we went.
It was a nice drive down: we stopped along the way a few times, and made it to Las Cruces by noon. Dad took me straight to the airport (of course - this man knows where every little county airport west of the Mississippi is, and he's aiming to start a business down here). There's a little BBQ place that had melt-in-your mouth pulled pork. No sandwich - you have to order the bread extra! But between the good pork, excellent fries and decent slaw, I didn't much mind. The condo is right on the Picacho Hills golf course, and it's a good size. It's a little over priced, but it has good bones, and hopefully the price will mean that it won't get snatched from under him.
Because he's not ready. This house needs to sell first. Then he can buy. And the prospect of attempting to get this house showcase perfect ready has me exhausted just thinking about it.
The tangible goal of the condo has Dad getting things done: We're shuffling things around and he's working on packing: we're down to just the garage, the kitchen and clothes, so I'm left looking at my own detritus in the back room... again, with the exhausted.
And Mom's memorial is next weekend, so there's that to contend with. Wow. I had some energy when I started writing, where did that all go? Anyway, Dad's gotten it into his head that a Quaker-like service on Zoom is a good idea, especially given our far-flung family. Which it is... maybe not exactly what Mom might have wanted, but... memorials are for the living. So. He asked me about a local memorial (for a friend's father) and I had to prompt him to remind him why an in-person memorial is a Bad Idea.
There is organization happening though, in the betweens. I started in on inventorying Mom's jewelry: not just a few gold and silver heirloom pieces (Dad's keeping HIS mother's 30's era squash blossom silver necklace.) but ALL the beaded pieces she made. It took me most of a day just to go through and photograph the necklaces. Some of that was because the cats would come over and plop right down in the open space I was using to lay things out. Or paw at the lovely dangly things. Once I get everything inventoried (and squash down the guilt for not having done my own jewelry when the nice insurance lady asked me to years ago)
Still not King. (to recycle an old fandom joke.)
Last Tuesday I reduced the price on my condo and extended the sale until the end of March - it had been set to expire at the end of January. There were other units for sale in the area that were making my place look too expensive, so. I am more than ready to move out of New Mexico: I just don't have a place to go TO.
Last weekend Dad and I took a trip down to Las Cruces. Our main purpose was to look at a condo down there for him. He'd found it online, and had been making noises about renting it first, and then putting this house up for sale empty and I wasn't feeling it. But we'd have to look at the prospect first. So we went.
It was a nice drive down: we stopped along the way a few times, and made it to Las Cruces by noon. Dad took me straight to the airport (of course - this man knows where every little county airport west of the Mississippi is, and he's aiming to start a business down here). There's a little BBQ place that had melt-in-your mouth pulled pork. No sandwich - you have to order the bread extra! But between the good pork, excellent fries and decent slaw, I didn't much mind. The condo is right on the Picacho Hills golf course, and it's a good size. It's a little over priced, but it has good bones, and hopefully the price will mean that it won't get snatched from under him.
Because he's not ready. This house needs to sell first. Then he can buy. And the prospect of attempting to get this house showcase perfect ready has me exhausted just thinking about it.
The tangible goal of the condo has Dad getting things done: We're shuffling things around and he's working on packing: we're down to just the garage, the kitchen and clothes, so I'm left looking at my own detritus in the back room... again, with the exhausted.
And Mom's memorial is next weekend, so there's that to contend with. Wow. I had some energy when I started writing, where did that all go? Anyway, Dad's gotten it into his head that a Quaker-like service on Zoom is a good idea, especially given our far-flung family. Which it is... maybe not exactly what Mom might have wanted, but... memorials are for the living. So. He asked me about a local memorial (for a friend's father) and I had to prompt him to remind him why an in-person memorial is a Bad Idea.
There is organization happening though, in the betweens. I started in on inventorying Mom's jewelry: not just a few gold and silver heirloom pieces (Dad's keeping HIS mother's 30's era squash blossom silver necklace.) but ALL the beaded pieces she made. It took me most of a day just to go through and photograph the necklaces. Some of that was because the cats would come over and plop right down in the open space I was using to lay things out. Or paw at the lovely dangly things. Once I get everything inventoried (and squash down the guilt for not having done my own jewelry when the nice insurance lady asked me to years ago)
