turbulent transitions

Well. The roofers came back to finish the hot mop. MMMMMM hot tar wafting through my house, while they toss 50# membrane rolls on the roof with a vengeance.

I'm sitting with the realtor. Doing the deal. We hear a major thump, bigger than a 50# roll. We keep dealing. An hour later, we go outside to find the crew shutting down. ??

The big thump was a guy falling off my roof. The ambulance came and went, and I wasn't aware of any of it.

The big guy was there in his truck, looking puking green nauseous. They pulled the hot mop crew from the house down the street to finish mine.

This phase of the roof is done.

The sales contract is signed.

My house is on the market.

As in, I'm moving.

How can it be that this is really happening?

don't even ask

...where the past month has gone. suffice it to say, we have an apartment in Bozeman. My husband lives out there now, and has started his new job. My Florida roof is torn off and half tarred-on. The attorney is filing the papers for that claim. The realtor comes tomorrow with the contract.

There are very odd dynamics afoot, related to disengaging from things Florida. Funny thing. The most enthusiastic, genuine support comes from the most surprising colleagues... while others struggle and project. Know what, this is difficult for me, too, folks. I'm just not gonna be the endless font of support for YOU right now, we need to dance this out together.

Was a tough day today - roofers late, had to cancel patients, roofers not done, coming back tomorrow, more cancellations.... and the stench is just stupefying. All equals major meltdown, at least I got that out. Then my husband called and said, when can you come out, I'll buy you a ticket... 6 weeks apart is too long. I know he wants to settle into our new space out there together. So voila, I found a ticket for next weekend. Which he paid for without even asking how much.

And in the middle of all this - school. School? Radiology class? How can I keep my 4.0 without really showing up for this one? It's more info than I can process at the time - but here it is. Must be done.

Even in the meltdown, even in the overwhelm, I feel a stronger sense of midline, a deep keel, as if some huge ocean liner were carrying me, plowing through huge waves. And yet we stay on track, on target for the goal. There are such big things to do, and somehow, somewhere, this business of transition will sort itself out.

I have to believe so.