200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
A Day of Rest
Last week was a busy one, and now that some things are done, today stretches out like a wide open expanse of nothingness. Relax time.
Yesterday was the last firefighter class. We divided into our crews and practiced putting out several fires in the training tower. As usual, it was pretty tough getting up at 5:30 on a Saturday, climbing up the ladder in full gear plus SCBA, hauling the full hose, going in the window, etc, etc. But now it's over and there'll be no more Saturdays or Sundays lost to training. I'm glad to have that time back. It seems like the time since Labor Day has gone by in a whirlwind. I raised my head yesterday afternoon to notice that fall's gone.
One of the instructors introduced me to the chief of a department I could transfer to. They want me, which is heartening. But there's another department quite close to my new house (as in virtually around the corner), and I think I'll approach them first. I'm happy that this training won't go to waste. These new departments get more calls than my current department's one per month.
My house was listed for sale yesterday, after a horrendous week of rushing to make it presentable for picture-taking. I won't post the listing here, since I don't want to publicize where I live (even though it wouldn't be difficult for someone to suss it out). I'll post the listing after I move, or will send the link to anyone that's interested and sends an email.
The neighbor's dogs came over to visit twice, so far. Court order be damned. Last Sunday morning and this morning. I'm terrifically tense, expecting the neighbor herself to drive up and threaten me again. Unreasonable fear, yes. I know that. But it's like waking from a nightmare - knowing that the feeling is not real isn't enough to make the fear go away. Last week the dogs didn't have any collars on, indicating to me that she wasn't even trying to keep them contained. Today at least, I see collars. (Yes, I got pictures both times.) I've decided not to call the dogcatcher. If there was something I could do to guarantee that I'd never see the neighbor again, I'd do it gladly and watch as this fear slides from my shoulders.
So today, in honor of finishing firefighter training. In honor of getting the house listed, I'm going to relax. I really should clean the house more, to make it ready for actual showings, but I think I'm going to relax instead. I'm burnt out and tired of running. I think I'm going to go see a movie (a first since I moved out here!), and then I think I'm going to get a pedicure. Ha!