Saturday, September 1, 2012

Making plans for the next 25 years.

The fact that there are so many decisions to be made during this time of my life has come as a surprise to me.  I didn't expect it would be so.

When I retired from public education in '06 I knew I would continue to work as an interpreter - freelancing.  After all, I worked my backside off getting my license and all those CEUs every dang year so I was set to hang in there for some years to come.  But how many? 

My license was renewed a year ago (after struggling through the new state test) and it will stay valid for the next three years as long as I get my 20 hours per year of CEUs.  Then what?  I know I don't have to make a decision right now but I start wondering if I'll want to keep throwing my hands into the air when I'm 66.  hmmmm

Probably the biggest question hanging over our heads is:  will we stay in this house?  Maybe we'll look for another house here in town without stairs.  Or - maybe a condo.  Or should we move to Kalamazoo or Holland?

The big one (to us, anyway) that we've been mulling over for a few years now is - can we make a bedroom downstairs? 

We have but one bathroom in this old house and it's on the ground floor.  Our laundry is down here as well.  Our house doesn't have an attic and there's a tin roof overhead so it's gets a bit toasty up there even with the central AC going.

I'll shorten this story up for you because it's boring even for me and ya'll know how much I love to talk about my life. ha!

WE'RE MOVING DOWNSTAIRS!!!  We ordered a new bed, we bought a new mattress set with sheets and a quilt and the cable dude was here yesterday to move things around so that what used to be our computer room will soon be the downstairs boudoir.

We were tossing different ideas around regarding the total lack of closet space but that problem was solved by our "he can do everything" guy yesterday afternoon.

So we're planning on sleeping in our new digs by the end of the fair.  For those of you who don't know what the heck I'm talking about - everything revolves around our county fair which starts on Friday and runs for 9 days.  Petey and I both work up there.  Our "guy" will be doing his thing while we're toiling away taking entrance fees and parking cars.

Yeehaw!  No more stumbling up and down the stairs in the night. I'm the stumbler not Petey.  Every single frigging night I need to get up and see if the toilet still works.  It's a drag, I tell ya.

8 comments:

  1. Fantastic - glad you were able to figure this out finally.

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    1. By the time you get here, we'll be all nestled in.

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    2. I don't like to think about this stuff either. We just purchased a new washer and dryer...are they our last? Oh well, at least you know I will be wearing clean clothes when I'm old!

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  2. Old houses and old age sometimes don't match up well. Glad you worked it all out!

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  3. Egad! Not that you and Pete are anywhere near old age, of course! Nor I. But I was actually thinking more of the repairs my own house is going to undergo when I wrote that. No offense!!

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  4. I'm glad you made the decision to move downstairs because that means you won't be moving moving for awhile. Yay!

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