Oh no, we're not done yet! I'm still waiting for a return phone call from a couple of places for estimates on replacing the drafty odd-sized french doors that open into my backyard, I forgot to call the plumber AGAIN to fix the busted valve in the upstairs bathroom, and I once again forgot half a dozen things when I went to Lowe's (such as pricing the aforementioned master bathroom vanity, paint, and who knows what else). Now I'm sitting in a house that smells like ETHYLENE GLYCOL, PHTHALATE ESTERS, N-BUTYL ACETATE, FORMALDEHYDE, CRYSTALLINE SILICA & TITANIUM DIOXIDE (hey, it's straight from the bottle) because I decided to strip and recaulk the upstairs bath and I can't light a Circle E candle out of fear of having the roof blow off the house like a scene out of Mythbusters. Oh, I also still have
So what is the cause of me becoming a one-man Extreme Makeover; Home Edition (minus all the important people - the designers and builders) over the past two weeks? Well, I sent in an application for a potential promotion back down to Lubbock. The job "closed" on the 13th, so it will likely be a month or two (thanks to Christmas and New Years) before I hear anything and I decided to play it safe and start getting the house ready in case I am going to need to sell it. By no means is this job a done deal; there are quite a few folks already in Lubbock who would be more than capable filling that Senior Forecaster spot.
So there it is. Potential Job Move, family coming to town (in 4 days I might add), my normal work rotation, and did I mention taking pictures of the annual Amarillo South Church Christmas play? I think that would cause anyone to come down with a temporary case of ADHD.
And crud. I've got to run to the post office to mail all my Christmas letters...