It has been a week

it was a week ago we made our move from Heidelberg to Berkeley.

The day had started all too early in the morning with our cab driver shaking his head over the mound of luggage. Not our issue since George had specifically told the Taxi dispatch that we had a significant number of cases. The day comprised hauling that luggage around, checking it, recovering it and ending with hauling those self same pieces of luggage up the stairs in Berkeley.

I am sure that I have whined more than once about living on hills, haven’t I?

Most of the week has been devoted to unpacking, attempting to organize and dealing with an unremitting series of migraines which I absolutely know are stress related. It also doesn’t help that I wound up out of my usual medications through miscalculations and not being smart enough to call the VA refill line early. That refill line is recorded 24/7. Refills are mailed. If I had had enough sense to call the day of arrival I never would have run out of anything but duh, I will live so hopefully have learned.

As a result of the headaches mentioned above, I am ignoring the usual 25 Dec festivities, i.e. movies and Chinese food &/or Indian in favor of some more sleep. I want to feel better tomorrow – I have a coupon for Joann’s and need few more colors of floss…..

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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