On Saturday we met my parents at the Condo from Hell™ in Indianapolis. It was the first time I’d climbed or descended stairs since…June? It was hard.
But a lot of things about that trip were hard for me. Watching Dan and my retired parents do all the hard work, for starters. At one point I was sitting in a plastic lawn chair in the middle of the living room, looking down the long, carpet-less hallway toward the master bedroom. Tears surfaced, and it wasn’t because of the overwhelming smell of cat piss.
I remembered throwing toys down that long hallway for Taubensee. That’s how we played fetch. And then one memory followed another until I was reliving how we left Indianapolis, a short time after losing Dan’s dad and my best dog and canceling our Las Vegas wedding trip. The sad cloud was heavy and dark.
I remembered getting a call on my cell phone as we pulled into the parking lot of the emergency vet to visit Taubensee. It was HR at my current employer with an informal job offer.
It takes strength to sound happy and appreciative under those circumstances.
Life carried on, of course, but if you know me or have been reading this blog for any length of time, you know it didn’t carry on easily. Sometimes thinking about it all stings a little.
But I don’t mean to imply that all of life has been a downer since then. Not even this whole weekend was a downer. After breakfast at Cracker Barrel on Sunday morning, the four of us made a trip to Michael’s. I wanted a couple of new frames to update a picture wall we started, so Dad toted us around town in my parents’ minivan. They had Elton John’s greatest hits playing. So, naturally, Dan and I sang along unapologetically from the back.
Then, while traipsing around Michael’s we came across a young boy and his mother. The theme from Frozen was playing on Muzak, and the child was belting “Let it Go” over and over and over from the front of the shopping cart. His mom was obviously very proud.
All-in-all things weren’t too bad. There were a couple of snags in Indy, but most of the garbage the tenants left behind is gone. (We had to rent a dumpster!) All the peed-on flooring has been removed, the new appliances are ordered, and I’m working on getting Servpro out to clean what’s left. (Yes, we’re hiring the people who clean up after fires, floods, and murders to do the cleaning. We’re also stopping at an interstate rest stop to use the restoom until Servpro gets in there. So, yeah.)