A nice surprise, for once
So yesterday was a simply awful day all around. On my part, I'm getting so snowed under at work that there's no foreseeable way out, and that's the short version (yes, yes, I know, job security, but whew). On Chris's part, well, the good news is that the kitchen cabinets arrived but the bad news is that they wouldn't fit through the door so he had to tear out a window which had been a nightmare to install in the first place. Which of course he then had to rebuild and re-install. In this heat. You can imagine.
BUT. The point of this post is not to whine but to thank. Because when I got home, there was a completely unexpected box on the porch from
greenbriar. If I've never mentioned Briar, I should have; I met her at a horse summer camp when I was 16 and she was a tad younger. Her family moved to Virginia a few years later and we haven't been close in a while, but I adore her long-distance as she's one of the most darling people I've ever known.
Anyhow, there was this unexpected box on the porch. It wasn't quite solid and it made odd muffled clanging tinkling noises when moved. Turns out that it contained not one but two wonderful windchimes, both in shades of blue (*squee*) and both with lovely distinct sounds: one metal, one glass. I swear I almost started crying, it was so sweet and thoughtful and perfect. I owe you an enormous hug, dearheart, and I promise to get them hung up ASAP! There will be photos. *snugs*
PS: I want to make something clear to anyone reading this journal: no matter how much I whine and moan and grumble and piss, no matter how tight the money gets or how many time this house attempts to murder us in our sleep, I am glad we moved up here. 100%. I miss my family and Kitarra and sushi and Tommy's burgers and Comics Unlimited, but other than that I do not miss California itself one freaking iota and I loooove our cranky old moneypit and I'm still excited about our longterm plans. So don't worry about that. Just it's not going to be easy. There's going to be bad stretches and, well, I'm a worrier. :)
BUT. The point of this post is not to whine but to thank. Because when I got home, there was a completely unexpected box on the porch from
greenbriar. If I've never mentioned Briar, I should have; I met her at a horse summer camp when I was 16 and she was a tad younger. Her family moved to Virginia a few years later and we haven't been close in a while, but I adore her long-distance as she's one of the most darling people I've ever known.Anyhow, there was this unexpected box on the porch. It wasn't quite solid and it made odd muffled clanging tinkling noises when moved. Turns out that it contained not one but two wonderful windchimes, both in shades of blue (*squee*) and both with lovely distinct sounds: one metal, one glass. I swear I almost started crying, it was so sweet and thoughtful and perfect. I owe you an enormous hug, dearheart, and I promise to get them hung up ASAP! There will be photos. *snugs*
PS: I want to make something clear to anyone reading this journal: no matter how much I whine and moan and grumble and piss, no matter how tight the money gets or how many time this house attempts to murder us in our sleep, I am glad we moved up here. 100%. I miss my family and Kitarra and sushi and Tommy's burgers and Comics Unlimited, but other than that I do not miss California itself one freaking iota and I loooove our cranky old moneypit and I'm still excited about our longterm plans. So don't worry about that. Just it's not going to be easy. There's going to be bad stretches and, well, I'm a worrier. :)