Life has been a whirlwind – both in my mind, my spirit and my reality – these past several months.
Since deciding I had to keep on living and find new things for which to live – beyond loving my son and his wife – I have been ring-around-the-rosy since February.
It kicked off with looking at a couple of independent residential situations; to looking at selling my house and downsizing to move closer to the kids; to getting a reverse mortgage; to staying in my own house with its low interest rate, VA guarantee and great neighbors around me.
The financials and my relatively young senior status make aging in place the best option. So I called a contractor to get some project quotes and now I find myself in the midst of three work crews swirling around me as they prime, paint, hammer and saw nearly half my house, and in the backyard as they replace an existing deck gone bad.
My anxious nature isn’t built for days like this. For constantly hearing my security system say, “Front door,” each time someone goes out or comes back inside. For the smell of the primer that lets you paint over wallpaper rather than the dirty work of stripping, sanding, then painting. Of ensuring that what I thought the contractor said is what the contract actually said. Of feeling so out of whack and behaving so whacky.
But maybe every home makeover feels like this. Being my first, all surprises are upsetting, including paint that looks different on the wall than in the sample.
Before the renovation ride, I had a weekend retreat to attend before making my first promise as a Lay Cistercian at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit here in Conyers. I am supposed to start living a simpler, more contemplative lifestyle based on the Liturgy of the Hours and the Rule of St. Benedict. Yeah, like that’s compatible with remodeling a house.
And tonight I still have to prep for a speech for tomorrow in front of the district meeting for the PCCW, the Ministry of Catholic women from parishes throughout Georgia. It is being hosted by my Church, St. Pius X, and the invitation to speak is a week-old surprise of its own.
Maybe today wasn’t the best to get my latest COVID booster. But having so many people in and out of a house where for the COVID years it was me and the cat…well, I am taking no chances.
But since I am getting a slight headache, my left arm hurts and the cat has finally stopped mewling and is napping, time for me to take a nap too.
Not to mention that along with the master bath, they have covered my second full bath in plastic and my electric toothbrush has been enfolded in that process.
“Say goodnight, Gracie.”
George Burns and Gracie Allen “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” (1950-1958)