The Mansion

She sighed as she leaned back into her desk chair with a cup of hot coffee wrapped in her hands. The stress of everything was starting to show. However, the move was almost over and maybe her life would resume some semblance of normalcy. She missed being able to write and her mind often ran off to her tales and how she would respond. It was totally exciting to know she owned her own home once again. Her world has not only been turned upside down, but she has had to deal with calming pets and sending a family member to California (and hoping he gets his life straightened out). He wasn't her responsibility, but he felt like it. Why the same hell she always seems to take on so much, she'll never understand. EXCEPT, OHANA. She had been brought up to believe and care for family. She has since learned that there is a limit, a boundary. There was only so much she could do for other members of her family. Now was her time. She had paid her dues to Life while all the time respecting that she was never done paying. Not yet. That time would come. Eventually. For now, her focus was finishing up what was before, then on unpacking and dealing with Mother Nature who decided we needed a snow dump and cold weather to suddenly chap our collective asses.

*Sighs and heads back into RL to deal with things again*
 
The last thing she had wanted to do was move in the wintertime. Ah, Mother Nature, you can be such a bitch. However, I can be a stubborn one. The transition was made, not smoothly. It's never smoothly. However, it got done and now I'm just burrowing into the new home while getting ready for the holidays. I am grateful, thankful and feel truly blessed. Dryfter and I deserve this. Slowly, but surely, I am getting back into my writing while still maintaining time to make things like home in our new place. I'm finding that even though I downsized before we moved, I am downsizing even more. My animals have taken to the move quite well, which was surprising. Again, I am grateful.

The mansion will, as always, return. There's going to be Dryfter, who "drifts" in and out and my two loyal shelties.
 
Leaves her a bright glittering bouquet of wild flowers smelling of Australian Summer and a card.

It reads:
"Congratulations on your move DW & Dryfter! Hope your home brings you wonderful memories for years to come! Love Minx."
 
The flowers made her smile. Flowers always did. She sent a warm "Thank you" into the ether for Minx.

On a different note, she wondered if homeowning was a curse. LOL. This morning she came down to a dining room table and floor completely soaked. The culprit? A dripping from the ceiling light fixture. It wasn't something she wanted to tell Drifter about. However, she had no choice in the matter. They were in this together. So, while she cleaned up the table and the floor, Dryfter was on the phone. The house was built in 1880's so nothing surprised her. The inspector found nothing seriously wrong. This was simply one of those things that happened. Now, they just had to pinpoint why, where and how. She loved their little, snug house. Sure, it had a few bugs, but it was an older house and things were bound to happen. They didn't have an endless pocketbook. Maybe a win in the lottery would help? One could dream.

Merry Christmas to Everyone. Have a safe and wonderful holiday. Love you all. :heart:
 
She was enjoying coffee and pancakes this morning. Boxes were almost all unpacked. She mentally drew up a shopping list with bookcases and curtains at the top of her list. There were still bags scattered here and there that needed unpacking, but she'd get them taking care of. Her kitchen needed organizing as well as her bedroom and the dining room. It wasn't too cluttered, but there were still things that needed done.
Her upstairs bathroom needed repairs and fortunately, the gentleman who helped the past owner, agreed to come in and make things right. There was still tile and trim to be fixed but that, too, was getting done. All of this during weather that was Arctic to say the least.

All in all, she loved her new cozy home. Still, lots of work to be done and she'd get there. Slowly but surely.
 
With a little luck, no more repairs will be needed until this Spring when gutters need to be replaced. One can hope. Oh, the joys of being a homeowner. *snort*. Still, I am grateful to have the opportunity to even own my own home again. The bathtub has been replaced. The tile and trim have been done. The contractors were friendly and nice. Most of the boxes have been unpacked and everything has found a home, even temporarily for now. Organization will come later. For now, I live in ... organized chaos. *soft laughter* My current priority is getting Dryfter healthy again.

Maybe, just maybe, our winter here will go easy on us until Spring. Hope springs eternal.

My thank you to my co-writers who have been weathering my absence because I've been sick and now slowly catching up. You all are gems in my book.
 
Soooo, the hubby and I had a... disagreement about our thread and apparently, we will not be continuing it. I have come to the conclusion that we cannot write together. I don't know what it is, but it is. This current thread, I felt like... I couldn't write Faith the way he wanted her. Now, that might be unfair to him, but it's how I felt. I felt like .. I was being rushed. Things got tossed out there, how he was feeling and then I tossed back. I could and can, understand his frustration, but I refused to compromise how I saw Faith or how she wanted to be written. I just needed a little more patience from him. Ah well, it is what it is. It would be remiss of me to say that I am not disappointed because I am. I enjoy writing with Dryfter. It was what brought us together in the first place. However, we tried writing together before and he got stuck. I told him then and did not remind him now that we promised each other, before this thread started, we would talk through any hurdles we felt would come our way. Not this time. This time he exploded in frustration and I defended my view and that was that.

So, to anyone following that thread, I'm sorry that it came to such an abrupt premature ending.
 
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