Seeds

Hubby is talking putting in grass seed in our new house. It's nice to be thinking about that on this fine, Sunday morning. As usual, we started off the morning with Elvis gospel, and have now moved on to dreaming a bit.

(time warp)

That was last Sunday. Found this started in the drafts -- wonder where I was going with it?

But this Sunday, we are still listening to Elvis gospel, and are still dreaming. The house should be delivered middle of the week, and finished by weeks' end. This is soon, but not damn soon enough! I'm anxious and excited and all these mixed emotions.

See, we bought $10,000 worth of brand-spanking new furniture for the house on Friday. Now I can picture the beautiful stuff in the awesome house, and I can't freakin' wait for it to all come together. We have virtually no "STUFF" for this house, aside from the furniture to be delivered. We've been waiting to make most purchases until the house arrives, mainly because hubby is afraid to spend the insurance money, or any money, ever, period.

But it's gonna be like this grandly furnished stately ranch home -- when before we had this fixer-upper with hardly any usable living space. Now we'll have nearly 3,500 square feet to ramble around in between the house and the basement. And I repeat, we have no STUFF. So it's gonna be neat and clean and so damn cool.

We never expected to be doing this, though, is where the mixed feelings come in. We miss our stuff, and we miss our old hellish house. But soon the new stuff will feel like ours, and we will survive.

The seeds are planted, is where I guess I was going with this.