She did it. I did not.
Blew that one! But this year, with the move to the new place looming on the horizon, I have decided to write, so that I have a map of where I have been. A scrapbook for myself of all the...ahem..."FUN" of moving a farm.
The beginning of the move was to start this past weekend, HOWEVER. As things often do, things went wrong. I had planned very carefully to have 4, count them, FOUR days off in a row. Just so I could get over there to the new property and start clearing out the old and beginning to bring in the new, although the real move won't happen until the end of February.
But as fate would have it, my Prince Charming, as all Prince Charming's do, let me down.
My Prince Charming!
He had started having hiccups the early part of the week, so I called my mechanic and made an appointment for Sunday. What we thought was a fuel pump turned out to be a faulty crank sensor. I did not even know there was such a thing, but yeah, made total sense as he certainly WAS acting cranky.
So Christmas eve found me in the turn lane to Smith's Grocery right in front of Auto Zone. Help from a wonderfully kind Police officer, a call to AAA and a friend to pick me up, AND Prince Charming is now with Dr. Ray having surgery. But that left me without transportation for the entire four days!
Switch to Plan B.
So to start the week end out right, I worked on that driveway at the current rental house. It would be lovely to have it filled in and leveled and not drag over the trailer hitch when you leave. I had already gathered the necessary materials, so now it was just moving them into place.
I rarely think about him anymore. 'He Who Shall Not Be Named' hardly ever crosses my mind these days. Until I have to use that little red' wheel barrow. It is a lovely wheel barrow, but back when we were together, I was mucking out stalls and it had a flat tire. So he volunteered to go out and get one of those no flat tires for it. I was thrilled, because that meant I would not have to deal with it. What a nice guy! Until....
'He Who Shall Not Be Named' did come back with a no flat tire. One size too small. Why? Because the right sized one was $5 buckos more expensive, and he wanted to save money. (Rolling my eyes!)Totally makes sense if YOU are not the one pushing that dang wheel barrow around.
Know what happens when you have too small of a wheel? It does not go over all the things you need to push it over and gets caught and often causes it to tip over and empty itself in places you were not intending to dump stuff. Which is exactly what happened. I said some pretty ripe words. If my kids had used that language, I would have washed their mouths out with soap. They sounded pretty sailorish and I sincerely hope my neighbors had the television up too loud to hear me. Shame. On. Me!
I did get the drive done. But I am buying a new RIGHT SIZED tire for that silly wheel barrow. It will be getting lots of use and I do not want to be remembering bad things. That is part of my past and I do not want to live in the past.
So THAT is my resolution. From one of my favorite motivational speakers, Les Brown......
"Focus on positive choices that move you closer to your dream. Make a conscious and deliberate effort to do at least one thing everyday that represents the highest and the best in you. Keep in mind, this is going to be your greatest year ever!"
It will be. I just KNOW it.
Happy New Year, my friend.