I am not, for the most part, a superstitious person. But one thing i do believe in is my own ability to jinx myself.
Case in point: This post. Which i started writing in early December. I knew i shouldn’t have tempted the fates!
I know there are, like, 20-some days left in 2014, but i am seriously hoping to just run out the clock on this year.
Winter Quarter, school-wise, was dreadful. I don’t want to talk about it. To cheer me up, Andy and i spent the last day of the term squinting at the finances and realizing that we could, after all, finally pay off our student loans in total. I took out my 1st student loan in January of 1991, so this was incredibly monumental. I got drunk on the reality of being student-loan-free, and then i got drunk on sake.
I reveled in the idea of spring break by plucking a Le Guin book off our shelves. I’d been thinking of re-reading the Earthsea cycle again, but wanted to wait on that to really treat myself later in the year when i could lavish time on it1 From amongst Lathe of Heaven and Left Hand of Darkness and The Dispossessed, i somehow wound up grabbing the latter. And it was utterly amazing.
Which was good, because it meant i had something engrossing on-hand to read when, the weekend that spring break was ending, i found myself visiting 2 different ERs 3 times total.
First, we had to take our Eleanor cat in to see why she kept throwing up. They found a mass in her intestine. She spent most of the weekend there, but Sunday morning we picked her up to bring her home for a brief reprieve before the Monday-morning surgery to remove as much of the mass as they could.
Sunday afternoon, i got a call from Andy that he’d gotten injured during parkour and would be going to the ER. Turned out he’d torn his Achilles tendon. The ER thought he might need surgery. Ultimately he didn’t, hooray! But on Sunday i figured i spent all of 6 hours not in an ER somewhere. Thank goodness for The Dispossessed!!!
All of April was a blur. Eleanor’s mass turned out to be from a pretty aggressive cancer. We had to feed her thru’ a tube in her neck. And Andy was in a boot and on crutches the entire month. I wound up not taking any class whatsoever.
And at the very end of April, Andy emailed our real estate agent to tell him we’d be taking a break from looking for a house to buy. Naturally just 3 days later i found the perfect place — in fact, the exact place we’d been dreaming of getting, maybe, some day, if we were extremely lucky. That was a Friday night. Saturday our agent took us to see the place. Sunday Andy (now upgraded to just a cane) and i returned for the open house. Monday we crunched numbers and told our agent we were going for it.
Thursday evening we signed the papers for mutual agreement. And 5 minutes later were in a Zipcar taking Eleanor to the vet to have her put to sleep.
Then there was all the house-buying paperwork. WisCon in there somewhere. More paperwork. The bank taking their sweet time about closing. We moved closing one week. We juggled around amongst several movers and floor-refinishers. The bank was still taking their sweet time. We moved closing another week. We took a too-brief trip to the Oregon coast to visit Andy’s mother and grandfather. We drove all the way from the coast back up to Seattle in order to meet the mobile notary who led us through a humongous stack of papers in order to officially buy our new home.
So much for that feeling of being (credit card aside) debt-free after paying off the student loans!
Annnnd then our internet company turned out to be a bag of assholes and we had no internet for the entire month of July.
After that, things pretty much settled. I feel like i’ve been spending this latter half of the year trying to make up for all the stressed sleep of the first half of the year.
These next 20-some days better be perfectly quiet and lovely.
- Note: This has yet to happen. [sadface] [↩]