To Get Vaccinated or not to Get Vaccinated

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Both my husband and I struggled with that question for a while. I think we were pretty sure that he should get vaccinated. The real question was should I?

In the past, I’ve had some nasty reactions to vaccinations. I would have to say that it was the delivery suspension solutions that caused the problems. My reactions were never enough to put me in the hospital, but they were severe enough to put me out of commission for a few days.

After reading about other people’s experience with the Covid-19 vaccine, especially the second dose, I had my reservations about taking the vaccine.

Eventually two things came together at about the same time: (1) I decided the benefits outweighed the possible discomforts and (2) Wyoming opened up Phase 1b in the vaccination schedule.

Since both my husband and I are over 65 years old, we qualified for Phase 1b vaccination. And also, I am without a spleen due to an accident a few years ago.

So, as soon as I read that we were eligible and told my husband, he made arrangements for us to receive the vaccine. It took one call and we had an appointment for the next day.

We were vaccinated (no waiting … benefit of living in a small town) Thursday, February 4, 2021, at 1:15 p.m. We received the Pfizer vaccine. And as of writing this, about 48 hours later, I can say that so far the first dose is no worse than getting a regular flu shot. Maybe not even as bad. Maybe.

To be sure, the regular flu shot gives me a fair amount of grief. The arm I am injected in gets very sore. So sore that any movement is quite painful. I usually run a slight fever, my head aches, my body aches, and I am very tired and run-down feeling for about five days.

But so far … knock on wood … this Pfizer vaccine isn’t even as bad as that. Yes, my arm is incredibly sore, but the rest of me feels fine. I would be so happy if it stayed that way over the next few days.

I’m a little worried about the second dose. But the people at the clinic where we were vaccinated said that they have had no reports of extreme reactions. The woman my husband spoke with said she’s had both doses and that the second one was a little worse but in a day or so she felt fine. So I have hope that we will weather the second dose just fine as well.

Even after we are supposedly up to the estimated 95% immunity about two weeks after the second dose, we will not stop all our infection mitigation practices. And we’ve actually ordered some cloth masks that will hopefully fit my husband’s big face so he can double up on his masks. I’ve been wearing double masks since the beginning of all this.

Part of my decision to get vaccinated was also a sort of civic-minded decision. The more people who are vaccinated, the sooner we can begin to put some of this behind us.

I don’t know that things will ever go back to the previous “normal.” And, in reality, I’m not sure that it should. There are some things that I think have been better because of Covid-19. Most people might not agree with that, but it’s how I see things.

So, my bottom line is this. If you are on the fence about being vaccinated and don’t have a clear medical reason why it would be harmful for you to do so, get vaccinated. It will help you and it will help others as well.

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So, What’s Taking so Long?

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I finally finished reading the proof copy of my newest novel, “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” I had started on correcting and editing before we decided to move and only just recently picked it up again and finished the work.

Believe me when I say that deciding to move at the end of August 2020, finding and buying a house several states away, selling your current house, packing everything up, making all the necessary arrangements, and setting foot in your new house on December 2, 2020 can occupy you to the exclusion of everything else.

That all was followed by unpacking, organizing, settling in and getting some contractors to do some very necessary work that we couldn’t do ourselves. I know this sounds like a lot of excuses for neglecting my novel, but that’s the way it’s been.

The house we bought needs a lot of fixing. We have been attending to that as well. And to be honest, painting a wall or two, installing new blinds and changing outdated light fixtures is considerably more fulfilling and easier than figuring out if I really need that run-on sentence to be quite that long. Or did that last paragraph really say what I wanted it to say. Or answering the big question … will anybody actually read this and more importantly will they be entertained by it. And then there is my eternal question to myself … why am I doing this?

Hopefully, in the next few days I will take the annotated proof copy and sit down and suffer the drudgery of making all the changes to the digital manuscript. Then I just have to re-upload it, check that for problems, re-re-upload it several more times (sometimes “fixing” one problem leads to another), fix a couple problems on the back cover and then … Voila! … Publish it.

So I guess what I’m saying is that’s it on its way, but don’t hold your breath.

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Life in a Small Town

We haven’t really lived here in Riverton, Wyoming long enough to talk about life in a small town. Not really. But there are a few things I have learned. And not just here and now.

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( Downtown Prescott, AZ. Gurley Street looking toward Thumb Butte.

When we first moved to the Prescott area of Arizona in 1993, compared to where we had previously lived (Walnut/Diamond Bar area of southern California), it was a small town. Even so, 28 years ago the city of Prescott and the town of Prescott Valley combined had maybe five times more people living there than Riverton does today. But it contrasted so greatly with the greater SoCal experience (you know, how one city sort of blends into the next one with little definition and so you feel like you are living squished in with several million other people) that it felt like a small town.

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( Whiskey Row (Montezuma) in downtown Prescott, jammed with people. Couldn’t find any photos from the 1990s. Sorry. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

In 1993, you could walk down the main street of Prescott and expect to see maybe a couple of other people doing the same. More often than not, pleasantries would be exchanged and might turn into a full-fledged conversation over a cup of coffee.

It took all of about 15 to 20 minutes to get from our house in Dewey to downtown Prescott. There was one traffic signal in Prescott Valley and only a couple in Prescott. When we left the area, it took a full 45 minutes or more to travel the same distance. I lost count of the traffic signals. There were just too many.

I remember that just before we left Walnut in California to move to Arizona, I worked at a shop in a mall that was six miles from our condo. It took me half an hour to make that drive and it would have been longer if I had gotten on the freeway. Morning rush hour in southern California was brutal. I can’t imagine what it must be like now.

( Main Street in Riverton, WY.

So here we are now, in Riverton in Wyoming. The population tops out at about 11,000. The speed limit on the two main streets is 30 miles per hour. And even at that it only takes about five minutes to get to Wal-Mart from our house and maybe ten minutes to get to the far western end of Main Street where the Smith’s grocery store is.

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( Riverton is in Fremont County and the number for Fremont County is 10. It’s on the license plates too. City Hall is in a small strip mall along with a Murdock’s Ranch and Home store. On one of the walks that we take with our dog, Maddie, we can look down the street and see Murdock’s.

We can walk to City Hall if we want to. There are a number of shops within walking distance. It’s like another world. Shoot, we could even walk to Wal-Mart if we had the need (it does snow here and the roads can be a bit icy sometimes). It’s not that far.

All the people we have met in our neighborhood and in professional capacities have been kind, friendly and very helpful. It was like that in the Prescott area in 1993 as well. But as the population boomed there, it became less and less so.

I’ve stayed in touch (well golly, we’ve only been gone for about a month) with friends in Arizona. Several of them have said how unhappy they are with the way things are going. The influx of people from California is changing the whole esthetic. It’s not a new complaint.

When we first moved to Arizona, you didn’t really want to tell people where you had come from if you came from California. Even back then, the locals were not happy with the changes that we brought with us. What they didn’t realize was that not all of us who relocated wanted to bring California with us. Some, like us, wanted to leave it far behind. We didn’t move there for the beneficial difference in house values. We moved there for the difference in life values.

While it’s true that part of our motivation for moving to Riverton, Wyoming was financial, it wasn’t the only reason. We were once again looking for those life values we lost with the burgeoning population of the Quad Cities (Prescott, Prescott Valley, Chino Valley and Dewey-Humboldt). We are pretty sure we have found them once again.

But we are not the only people to have discovered Riverton. There are others moving here as well. Some of them from California.

My hope is that they are also looking for a better way of living.

Small town life isn’t for everyone. Living within city limits is taking some getting used to (more traffic driving by our house all day long, street lights lighting up the night sky making it hard to see the stars). And there’s no Costco. There isn’t a Costco anywhere in Wyoming. But for sure, we’ve found what we were looking for. A quieter life. Friendly people. Great weather. Ease. I can do without Costco for all that.

I don’t know if all small cities are great, but this one sure is.

The Thing about Moving

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The thing about moving is that it’s hard. It’s physically hard. It’s emotionally hard. It’s just hard.

You put all this effort into it. You find a house to buy. You make an offer. The offer is accepted. And that was all hard enough. But then you discover the hard parts have only just begun.

Packing everything is a colossal pain in the back side. Even if you’ve saved every single box you ever got for the last 27 years (we didn’t actually do that, but we had a LOT of boxes in the basement), you will still come up short. Or you won’t have just the right shape for that cat sculpture you sister gave you. It ended up in one of those cardboard “pet taxis” that the adoption agencies often give to you so you can get your newly adopted cat home with a minimum of fuss and bother and as few cuts and teeth marks as possible. Not sure what the moving company guys thought about that one.

As hard as it is getting everything packed and ready to go, it’s actually harder to unpack everything.

I thought it would be the other way around. During the packing, the biggest decision we had to make was how badly did we need something and did we really want to move it. We got rid of a lot of stuff.

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Unpacking, however, requires you figure out where to put what you’ve just unpacked. And since our new house is nothing at all like our old house, it’s been … well, I’ll just say it … hard. I hate to use the same word over and over again, but there you are.

In some ways, it’s exciting. You get to do things in a new way. You get to change up your organization. You get to start fresh.

In some ways, it’s a total pain. You have to figure out new ways to do things. You have to change how you’ve always organized everything. You have to start all over from square one.

Get the picture? If I seem a little conflicted, that would be an understatement.

Still, all in all, I have no regrets.

The thing about moving is that you’ve moved and now you just have to get on with the getting on. But it’s still hard.

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Why Wyoming?

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Late at night when I should be sleeping but instead I am obsessing about all the things there are yet to do, I sometimes suffer a fit of uncertainty and I ask myself “Why Wyoming?”

Because, in the dead of the night, I can’t seem to answer that question with any kind of logic or sensible reasons, it often leads to a moment of panic. The question of “Why Wyoming?” often becomes a statement, “What the heck do we think we are doing?” I might actually be a little more profane than that.

I’d like to say the choice of Wyoming as our new home state was totally rational. I’d like to say that we weighed all our options and listed the pros and cons. I’d like to say that we set up a scale of one through ten and assigned appropriate numbers to each item and then mathematically determined where it would be most logical to move.

But I can’t really say that. I can, however, honestly say that although certain factors caused us to decide, somewhat precipitously, to sell our house and move, the reality is that we had been considering moving for probably the last seven years. We don’t generally jump into things.

We considered a lot of different states. We had our list of requirements and we looked at how well each state might fit those requirements.

The first state we considered some seven years ago was South Dakota. I know what you are thinking. We get some of the same looks when we tell people we are moving to Wyoming. Oh, and by the way, not everyone who lives in Wyoming lives on a ranch. They do have cities in Wyoming. Not just towns. Actual cities.

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We also looked at Montana and North Dakota. While we like our weather cooler than what it is here in the higher elevations of central Arizona, we don’t actually like it to be arctic for quite that much of the year. Or actually, quite that arctic. Period. I don’t know how the Canadians do it.

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Colorado is pretty darn nice. Great scenery. But pretty much out of our price range for the most part. Same goes for New Mexico. Although there were a couple enticing homes near Taos that we considered for a while. But they were a little too remote. At our age, living off the grid might be just a little too rugged for us. Although, it does have its appeal.

I think Idaho was always going to be too expensive for us. We felt the same way about Utah.

I kept coming back to Wyoming in my mind. And then I discovered the author, C. J. Box, and his Joe Pickett novels a year or two ago.

Box writes about his home state with such love and compassion that I couldn’t help but begin to love the state as well. He writes about the people who live there, their passions, their outlook, and their way of life in such a way that it seemed to me that was just what Bernd and I were looking for in a new home state.

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So we got serious about Wyoming. From there it was a matter of settling on a city. Riverton won out for a number of reasons: low population, elevation similar to where we are currently living, cooler than here but not arctic, clean air, enough infrastructure so that we would not have to drive a hundred miles to get what we need, and housing prices that would fit in our budget.

We went there. Liked what we saw. Decided to make it our new home.

Even so, I do still sometimes wonder why I chose Wyoming. And I say “I” because Bernd pretty much just decided to go along with whatever I decided. He does that a lot. It’s kind of maddening sometimes and can put a lot of pressure on me. At any rate, I’m not wholly sure there wasn’t a little romanticism in my decision. Bernd did ask me once if it was the Joe Pickett novels that convinced me about Wyoming. My answer was something like, “No!” Big thoughtful pause. “Maybe. I don’t know. Yeah, maybe a little but only a little.”

Every now and then I have a moment of panic, even when I am wide awake. But I imagine that once we are in our new home in our new city in our new state, that all the worry will just melt away. We’ll fit ourselves into our new community and get on with the getting on of life.

So why Wyoming? Why not?

[Note: Because we are moving in a few days, this will probably be my last post for a while. At least until we get the computer set up in our new house. Thanks so much for reading. I’ll be back soon.]


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Writing is, for the most part, a solitary endeavor.

To a certain extent, one needs a quiet place with few distractions. For there are times when the ideas are flowing so fast that your fingers can barely keep up and to be disturbed would be to lose those ideas.

And yet, no author can write in a vacuum. It is the world around us that inspires us. Shut yourself away for too long from the world and you effectively shut yourself away from yourself.

It’s all about balance.

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I am too tired these days to find inspiration. I worry that I have lost it permanently. But then I will be sitting and typing an email to our escrow officer for the sale of our home and I will realize that I’m just tired. The words are all still in there. Otherwise, why did it take me seven paragraphs just to send her the information about the escrow officer on the other end for the house that we are purchasing?

Even so, I miss the writing. I miss the tapping at the keys and watching the words appear on the monitor. I miss the steady flow of thoughts and the fleshing out of ideas. I miss my characters and their lives.

I tell myself that all this will end eventually. We will get moved to our new home. I’ll set up my computer. And the words will flow.

But a part of me still worries. And undeniably, there will be a lot of work ahead of us still. Moving in might not be quite as difficult as moving out, but it still takes time. Decisions have to be made. Repairs have to be made. Carpeting needs to be removed and laminate installed. It all takes time.

I know myself. I won’t be able to set aside time to write as long as there are things that need to be done. Even now, sitting here and typing this, I am thinking about the next items I need to pack and feeling a bit guilty for simply sitting and enjoying a couple of macaroon cookies and a glass of water.

So it might be a while before I finish proof reading “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” It might be an even longer while before I get around to finishing the writing of the sequel to “Millie’s Adventures in Time.”

I sincerely doubt that there are any readers out there eagerly awaiting either of the books. But on the off chance that there are, I apologize.

For now, this might very well be the last posting to this blog for a while. Our departure date is quickly approaching, and we still have a lot to do.

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Possibly I need one of these.

Everything’s Gonna’ Be Okay

I lie awake at night thinking. Worrying? Wondering? I’ll go with “wondering.” It sounds a little less crazy.

But the truth is, I’m obsessing about how we are going to fit our lives (and all our stuff) into the house we have purchased in Riverton, Wyoming.

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I would be better served simply sleeping well. Whatever I might think about how it will be will surely not be accurate. When we actually get there, most likely I will find a few of the things I have anticipated will be as I’ve imagined, but probably the majority of them will not.

So what’s the point?

I should remember EGBOK and find peace in the assurance. But I can’t seem to do that. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve looked at the photos of the house from the online listing of it. I have an intense desire to do that right now. Oh my.

EGBOK is not a mantra that rolls smoothly off the tongue. It is not like “om” that you can feel deep inside you as you repeat it. It’s not a reassuring sound as you say it aloud. And repeating it over and over just makes it absurd.

But the thing is, I do actually feel that everything is going to be okay.

Now I just have to believe it.


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Moving a household … especially one that has taken 27 years to establish and entrench so very completely in the place where it is … is no easy feat.

I hate moving. Pure and simple. It’s why we haven’t done it much. Bernd hates moving too.

The house we have lived in all these years is a mere 1600 square feet. I say mere because (not counting the trend toward ridiculously small houses) the main trend over the years has been to build bigger and bigger homes. The national average for homes today is something like 2,322 square feet. But when you consider that we have a full basement under our house with about 400 square feet of it finished, you then have the problem of having about 3,200 square feet of shi … uh, stuff to move.

I won’t say we are hoarders, but we’ve saved a lot of stuff over the years. Some of that is empty boxes and they are coming in really handy right now. But a fair amount of it is stuff we never use (that’s why it’s in the basement) and probably should have let go of long ago. I’ve let go of some of it, but not nearly enough. I have serious doubts about finding places for all of it in our new house.

We’ve taken a lot of stuff to Goodwill. We’ve put some stuff out by the street for people to take if they need it. Mostly it all gets taken. And we tossed out probably a volume equal to all that we have given away … maybe more. And we have still more stuff to take to Goodwill or put out by the street. I called Habitat for Humanity to see if they would come pick up some of it: an electric clothes dryer, a Quoizel lamp, a digital keyboard, a telescope, a queen bed frame, two 30″ stereo speakers and a window air conditioner plus a few smaller items. They wanted pictures of it all in order to decide if they wanted any of it. I decided I didn’t have the time for that. So quite probably, the smaller items will be put in our car and taken to Goodwill. The larger items will be put out by the street and will probably disappear in a day or two. Oh, and the guy that came to fix the windshield in my Jeep took some of it. Yay!

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Moving, especially if you are going a long distance, really makes you re-evaluate what you actually need and what you can possibly live without. I am finding that there is a lot that we can live without. It’s liberating but also a little sad. I love our square glass dining room table with its four comfy, armed chairs and it’s probably not going to fit in the new house. I was unable to talk Bernd into not taking it, however. I’m exploring options like a fold down table that attaches to the wall. Then when we don’t need the table we can use the small space as a sitting area.

I’d like to sell the glass table while we are still here and not have to move it. But possibly he is thinking that then we won’t have anywhere to put jigsaw puzzles together. He’d be right about that. Except if we set up a folding table in the den. That just might work.

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Moving is all about change. Especially when you are completely leaving the area you’ve lived in for the last 27 years. I don’t do change well, but I’ve also wanted a change for some time now. Go figure.

But when you take all the same stuff with you, how much change do you actually accomplish. Okay, sure, it will be arranged differently in the new house … maybe. But it’s still all the same stuff. I’ll still be the same me. I’ll still want all the same things I’ve always wanted. Beggars the question:  Why move?

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Lots of reasons really: cleaner air, lower population density, small town atmosphere, friendly people who are not simply in a hurry all the time, cooler summers, money in the bank, and much more. And the rock hounding in Wyoming is at least as good if not better than here in Arizona. They have nephrite jade in Wyoming! And turns out the area where it is found is not all that distant to where we will be living. How exciting is that!

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There is no Costco where we are going. I know, oh the horror, right? The nearest Costcos are in Idaho and Colorado. There is no Home Depot or Lowes. There are no major department stores. And we are finding that we are just fine with that. Although, just yesterday Bernd confessed that he was going to miss Costco. I figure we’ll do just fine without it. Although the convenience of the sweet kale chopped salad that they sell in bigger bags than you can get anywhere else at a price that can’t be beat will be missed. I’ll just have to make my own chopped salad. I can do it. Really.

We are counting down to the close of both escrows. They will happen first for the sale of our house and then the next day for purchase of our new home. We still have much to pack, but a lot of it cannot be packed until the day the moving van is loaded. So right now we are in a holding pattern of sorts; planning supplies and cooking utensils around what we’ll need for a few days in the new house before the moving van arrives and what we can do without, trying to figure out just how much stuff we can cram into both our cars and a rooftop cargo carrier and still have room for little Maddie in my car, and all that sort of thing.

We are spending the time making sure both our cars are up to the trip. We are getting utilities, endings and beginnings, arranged in both places. We’ve established new homeowner’s and automobile insurances.

Now we just have to hang in there, living in a house that is bare except for the multitude of boxes sitting everywhere. There is no art on the walls. Nail holes have been patched and painted. There are no little knick-knacks sitting around. Cupboards, cabinets and closets are being emptied. Throw pillows are being packed and the house seems less and less like ours every day. I figure that’s a good thing. It should make the final letting go easier. Hopefully.

Buying a House

The house we are selling in Dewey, AZ/

We are twenty-seven years older now than when we last looked for and bought a house.

In some ways, we are older and wiser. In other ways we are simply older and tired-er.

Several things came together all at once to make buying a new house and moving right now more appealing. Not that moving is ever appealing. Really.

A little over a year ago, my sister moved to Murfreesboro, Tennessee. She had been living in southern California and was about seven hour’s drive time away from where we currently live in Dewey, Arizona. If she called and said she needed me, I could have conceivably been there within about eight hours. But that was no longer the case. And we had been thinking of moving for quite a few years already. But several other things besides my sister were holding us here.

Bernd’s employment was one of the things making us stay. It wasn’t the best job in the world and it was extremely stressful for him at times, but he knew how to do it well and so didn’t want to give it up. It can also be stressful to learn a new job.

I had a horse. She took up a lot of my time and moving a horse can be difficult. I had a lot of friends associated with my horse and didn’t want to leave them. But then another horse nearly kicked me to death and once I recovered, I found that I couldn’t really get anywhere near horses due to PTSD and I gave up my horse. Also, seeing those same horsey friends triggered some of my PTSD. Very sad.

For a while, home prices in our area either plummeted or held steady at a low level. This made moving and buying a new home financially impractical.

So here we are now, my sister has moved away and Covid-19 closed my husband’s place of employment. People from southern California are abandoning that state and moving to Arizona. Suddenly our house is worth more than we ever imagined it would be.

We decided to hop on the situation. We really needed to create some sort of retirement fund because neither of us has a pension. And the jobs we’ve held over the years were not very well-paying so our social security benefits fall short of our monthly expenditures.

So we found ourselves driving to Wyoming to look at homes to buy after hurriedly getting with the agent who sold us this house in order to list it. I’ve already written about that trip. It was exhausting and enlightening. And we did find a house to buy.

Amazingly, it met our health needs. I am so chemically sensitive that artificial fragrances make me extremely ill. We had not hoped to find a house that had not had fragrances used in it. Or chemical cleaning agents, scented laundry detergents and dryer sheets for that matter either. But we did. It was like a miracle.

It doesn’t meet all of our other needs, but we feel we will make it work. Best of all, or maybe second best of all, it is costing us less than what we are getting for our house and so we will have some money in the bank. It’s a good feeling.

Our new hometown is really nice; low population density, low traffic, clean air, nice people, great small town atmosphere. But it’s been an uphill battle to get to the point where I feel that the escrow on the house we are buying will actually close and in a time frame that will not leave us temporarily homeless. The escrow on the house we are selling could close very quickly because it is a cash sale. We had a few very tense days of back and forth trying to get it all worked out. It was not much fun.

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It’s been nerve-wracking and terrifying. It’s been joyous and delightful. I’ve run the gamut of emotions so many times in the last two weeks that I am utterly exhausted. A lack of restful sleep doesn’t help.

So, has being older and wiser helped to make buying a new house any easier? I can’t honestly say that it has. Did I manage, in my older and wiser way, not to go off the deep end a couple of times? Nope. Will I be able to deal easily and gracefully with everything that is sure to come up between now and the close of both escrows? I really wish I could answer that with a “yes,” but I fear it is probably a “no.”

There is a saying that growing old is not for the faint of heart. I think the same could be said of buying a house.

The house we are buying in Riverton, WY.