Sitting here listening to some music and Tom Petty comes on. “Oh, the waiting is the hardest part…..”

Yes, Tom. It sure is. Right now, Im in a constant state of waiting with pretty much everything. I have taken the steps and done all I can do with some important things, and now I just wait.

We accepted an offer on our house last week. So now we are under contract with a buyer, and when you are under contract, you really arent supposed to get into the details of that contract publicly, so that is about all I can say about that. I can tell you that our projected closing date is in August, and until then, its a long series of waiting for this or that to come through. Real estate transactions are painfully slow and also sometimes YOU MUST SIGN THIS DOCUMENT RIGHT THIS MINUTE!

So we wait. Until we don’t.

Then there’s my job situation. Currently working 3 part-time jobs, and trying to decide which ones to hold onto, and which ones to let go of, possibly. If I let one go, Id be replacing it with a new job, which Ive been trying like hell to get. I think Im on my 3rd or 4th attempt at this point at a new job situation, where I was close to being hired but for various reasons, it didnt work out and I wasnt hired. Then of course there is the grief counseling business Ive been trying like crazy to build. At this point, I have just a tiny handful of clients, and only a couple in person at the office space I rent. The rest are virtual, and when I have them, its great and I love doing it and I love helping people and being part of their healing and their re-discovering of life after loss. But the work is inconsistent and cannot be counted on for steady reliable income, it seems. And Im trying to figure out a way where that wont be the case. But its hard.

Then there’s the whole “where the hell am I going to be living in less than two months” thing. I have my application into several apartments, and nothing is working out in my favor so far. I make “too much money” to qualify for any financial assistance or Section 8 housing, and not even close to enough money to pay the insane rent prices that are out there right now. And I have my Autumn kitty, and SO MANY places I look at that might be affordable, practically yell in their ads: ABSOLUTELY NO PETS!!! Well, okay then. I have one application in to an apartment complex where I have a connection and Im just waiting waiting waiting on that too.

Life in limbo is not easy, and so I just sit and enjoy our pool for a little longer, and enjoy and relish in all the beautiful areas of our lovely home, before it is someone else’s lovely home. The idea of that makes me incredibly sad. And also happy for them. But mostly sad.

Oh, and coming up soon … the number thirteen will be making an extra appearance this year, as on July 13th, it will be thirteen years since Don Shepherd died, and my life was forever altered.

That is all for now. Thanks for reading.