I have 30 partial posts.
I have bunches more ideas.
I have the Author Photo series halfway done.
I am giving up on promotion for the immediate future – it’s up to those of you who read to poke your friends. I’m mostly hand-selling to people who I meet online who turn out to be copacetic – and that takes a lot of time.
This would be a great time to write the review you always planned to write, to give Pride’s Children to a friend – or to point a friend here for an electronic Review Copy.
The biggest new commitment is long-term dejunking.
Yup, and since I can’t do it, I have to make the decisions for my new assistant, who is vastly over-qualified for the position and a good friend – and this is planned to take 4-9 hours weekly for the indefinite future, or until this house has lost 80% of its current contents, with another 10% clearly labeled as already selected to be given away/junked.
The plan is to just keep doing this until every drawer, shelf, closet, wall unit, and underbed storage box is down to the minimum necessary. And basket. And garage. And basement.
Our plan – should it work out – is to move to a Continuing Care Retirement Community in the next couple of years – so we’re not responsible for a house.
Which means settling the last child, taking care of some problems, selling the house, and finding the place to spend the rest of our lives.
Someone else will become responsible for everything.
I’m not getting better or more mobile; I need to make the move before I can’t, or my brain goes even further and I can’t qualify to live in a CCRC.
I don’t want independence – I want convenience, and a pool, and a gym, and dinner, and medical rehab facilities onsite. I want the husband to have plenty of things he wants to do (me, I write), so finding the right place IS critical.
I want to be able to walk out my unit’s door, lock it, have arranged whatever supervision might be necessary with the staff, and go someplace else without worrying about the ice dam or the furnace going out or mildew or the ice maker or…
I loved doing all those homeowner things – when I was younger and not disabled.
What does this mean for the blog and the writing?
Probably not much, except for the first few weeks.
I’m not going to do anything organizing-wise without my assistant, and I’m going to try to be coherent while she’s here. So it should come out of the time I’m currently wasting because I have no energy to use it.
I’ve had assistants before, lovely people. It works.
It has just become completely shortsighted of me to try to force myself to do things the way I’ve been trying to operate.
It will be a bit harder with the husband retired, because he’s not used to having someone around. The benefits – a boost to MY capabilities – should compensate.
I’m the problem here, and the pivot point, and possibly the solution.
Wish me well – expect it will be a couple of weeks of less engagement online while I get the system sorted out.
It has already begun
The first day was last Wednesday. I made about a thousand decisions – but they all got acted on instead of being admired and re-stored. Good intentions get very little actual work accomplished.
Bags of stuff left this house, destined for the trash or recycling. Books went to the Friends of the Library, for their sales.
I have to go take a nap – she’s coming at three.
Remember – if you like the prose…
Try the fiction – written by the same person. See sidebar for link.
I promise – I’m working madly on Book 2, and have some shorter stuff to put up.