About The Human Heart

Okay

Two years ago, I wrote a post about change. About how it was a good thing. That particular change involved a couch. I'm sort of laughing as I remember how stressed I was.

Yeah. About a couch.

Well, in the past three months, Izzy and I have taken on a bit more than couch-related stress (although there was some of that, too).

We (yes, when I say "we" I really mean "I") had foot surgery that kept us from walking for a while, driving for even longer and running? Well, we're still waiting for the green light.

We moved in with our better half (okay, better half plus Kirby). Actually, they moved in with us (under the guise of making sure that we didn't overdose on percocet and saltines, but I think they just liked being around us).

We didn't overdose on percocet and saltines, but we did go in for a routine filling and ended up having to visit the oral surgeon for a tooth implant (and more percocet).

Then, just as things were calming down, we decided that the five of us (don't forget about Teg) needed a new home. So we bought one. Yeah, just like that.

And then we were seven (yeah, add two felines to the mix, just to make things interesting).

So just like that, there were seven of us and three houses. Mine had to go. Of course, all this was happening in a market that was so bad that it couldn't even be called a "buyer's market" but rather a "non-existent market" (don't believe The Olympian - I'm guessing that the person who wrote that "uplifting" story last week isn't trying to sell his house).

Meanwhile, back at the new home, we quickly discovered that my beloved and ginormously-comfy (I know, not a word - but you'd use it, too, if you've ever sat on the thing) three-piece sectional and 61" HD TV wouldn't fit in the new living room.

Yeah. Not my happiest moment.

So we had to buy new living room furnishings, which wasn't a huge problem (well, I mean other than the fact that between us we have three mortgages, a bridge loan, maxed out credit cards and cats).

I just like blaming things on the cats.

Anyway, back to the real issue. The real problem was trying to find a home for the big, green machine (or rather, trying to find someone who was willing to pay a fraction of the original price for this almost-new, most-awesome-est furniture ev-ar in an economy where people can't even afford gas so they can drive to work and find out that they've been laid off).

Meanwhile, as all the home buying and selling nonsense was going on, we lost our grandmother (well, Izzy's great-grandmother), transplanted our grandfather to a new home, and then Izzy went and scratched her eye (probably thanks to her big little brother).

Of course, Izzy's eye wouldn't just heal on it's own, despite all the expensive eye drops I was giving to her four times a day. No, not so much. Sooooo, after two surgeries and six weeks in a cone, Izzy and I....well, we needed a break.

So we took one.

This weekend, with Teg and Kirby out at the kennel and Karen down in Oregon with the girls, Izzy and I were free to do as close to nothing as we know how to do. We synched our iPods. We watched Notre Dame lose. We started and didn't finish two movies. We went for a walk on the trail. We played on the Wii Fit. We drank too much beer and too much wine. We slept in till 7am till both of our bladders were threatening to burst. We rolled around on our backs and made snorting noises.

And we knew that everything was going to be okay. Somehow. Because Izzy said so.

Oh, and a couple of photos (plus a video of Izzy - just wait till you reach 35 seconds) from our weekend sanity-break can be found HERE on our Flickr page.