Last week was bad to the bone. And not necessarily in a good way. Pretty much from sun up to sun down Mon-Sat, I painted. And I painted. And I painted. And Jon did all the other stuff that I can’t do. And we still are not finished!! Yesterday and today have been off days for me (from the other house) for various reasons but I will pick the brush back up tomorrow. We’re pretty wiped out and next Thursday will be a big relief for us. Even if it will be a bitter-sweet one. Regardless of wether we close on this house this Friday or next Thursday, we will bid farewell to our home on 7th Ave on March the 6th. The end is near.
The other end that is near is my sweet Livi Ray’s babyhood. And this makes me so very sad. So very sad indeed. She will be 3 in June and I get a big lump in my throat when I think about it. So I try not to think about it often. She will go to pre-k next fall so I basically have a little more than a year and a half with her at home with me to be my buddy during the day. Even if I sometimes daydream about what it will be like to be all alone for 8 hours every day, my heart hurts at the very thought of it. How did this happen so fast? Soak it up, I tell my self. Soak up every.single.moment. until then.