Here’s a story from last week.
When one moves one is not always thinking clearly. There is too much going on and too many things to juggle.
So when our garbage disposal stopped working we were not tracking. We have a service contract as part of the purchase of the house so I called them about the disposal. They told me that I could un-jam the disposal myself. Well, duh! I knew.that.
I went to Home Depot and bought two tools. One for in the sink and one for under the disposal unit. I used the former tool to un-jam the disposal.
That’s all there was to it.
We’re doing much better this week.
I had plenty to worry about with respect to our move, and I did my share of worrying. I think I inherited that trait from my Grandpa Monaghan, and it’s something I would do well to try to fix.
In any case, one of my biggest worries was about Tasha’s trip south. After staying in a motel in Gilroy after the movers left, the next morning we picked up Tasha at her resort. Of course we did not head home as she expected, but headed east on Highway 152 to Interstate 5, and then south on I-5. She did well. She was alert and looking around for a while, but as we got into the boring monotony of I-5 she settled down in the footwell and snoozed.
When we got to Tejon Ranch at the bottom of the Grapevine we gave her a tranquilizer that the vet had prescribed, and that meant that she slept comfortably along Interstate 210 through the greater Los Angeles area and into the Inland Empire, where we connected with I-10, before turning on to California 79 and on into Hemet.
We stopped a couple of miles from our new home because I needed to pull out the transponder to get into our gated community. Tasha thought that was her opportunity to get out of the car, but Terry persuaded her otherwise.
Shortly thereafter we were home. Tasha bounded into her new home and has been doing well ever since.
We’re pleased how smoothly the trip went.
We went into Sunday having accomplished a lot. Still we had books in boxes in our great room and boxes of dishes, glasses, and kitchen tools still in the dining area. The latter was mostly because we have way less storage space here than we had in Gilroy and don’t have a place to put everything. I had planned to go to church yesterday, but I decided to sleep in and also wanted to knock out the books and get the kitchen boxes moved into the garage. Those boxes in the kitchen area shouted “transition” and “unsettled.” I was getting tired of that and it was starting to make me crazy.
So I engaged in a marathon work day yesterday. I put the shelves together in our great room, and got all the books onto the shelves. After taking a break and having a tasty lunch at our nearby taqueria, and then stopping by to see dad on his Sunday shift at the railroad museum, I lugged all of the kitchen boxes into the garage, where they will remain until we can have some kind of shelving unit built. That pretty much puts an end to the lugging of boxes,
This morning I put most of our artwork on the walls.
The house is starting to look settled and we are starting to feel settled. I can attend church on Sunday without being preoccupied.
This is a Good Thing.
Ralph Vaughan Williams, Te Deum, St Paul’s Cathedral Choir
One of the things I really loved about our house in Gilroy was my loft office. I regularly took time to be grateful for it, and I have written about it here more than once. I don’t have a loft here in Hemet, but I do have a really nice office that I like very much. I’ve finally been able to get it pretty much put together. I still have some things to hang on the walls, but otherwise it’s in pretty good shape and for that I am again grateful.
I am hooked on the Internet. I admit it.
I disconnected our router in Gilroy a week ago Monday and took it back to the cable company office that day, as I knew with the movers arriving on Tuesday it would be plenty chaotic. We spent Tuesday night in a motel in Gilroy that had WiFi, but after arriving here Wednesday afternoon we have been pretty much without access until Monday of this week, when the savior Verizon technician arrived and gave us our Internet access, television, and phone.
In the interim I was sparse with my Internet access on my iPhone because I didn’t want to exceed my data plan allotment. But now order has been restored to the universe and all is good.
I am delighted to have my Internet access back. Not to mention, in the realm of television, Food Network and the Cooking Channel.
I visited the Episcopal church in Hemet on Sunday. The Church of the Good Shepherd. I had no particular expectations, but I was blown away.
It was such an incredible service. They have a magnificent pipe organ that is amazing. The service music was beautiful. The choir was superb. And the musical guests on this particular Sunday were the Hemet High Brass sextet.
The sermon was engaging, inspired, and thought-provoking, with some linguistic material I believe I had known but had forgotten.
The rector takes her pastoral role seriously.
I believe I have found a new church home.