freedom ’17

After 76 trying days, the goat family has moved out. I was getting very depressed toward the end of the co-habitation, my wife’s anxiety was building, and something had to change soon. Fortunately we made it through without harsh words or hurt feelings, but it was close.

They bought a farm an hour away, so they may visit from time to time, but they won’t be here too much. They will also be too busy to be causing havoc everywhere they go. They farm includes a horse boarding business, with a built-in group of customers whose horses keep eating and pooping every day, so they will jump into the farm life with both feet.

In the meantime, Annie and I are slowly decompressing and enjoying our regained freedom. We can talk about things without being interrogated. I don’t have to find excuses to be away from the house. We can choose not to cook dinner if we want to scrounge in the pantry. I can sit in my spot on the couch. The cats are happy to not have dogs in the house. The refrigerator handle will not be sticky all the time.

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day 59

Hover-in-law said to the dogs: “Kitty needs her space, but you doggies keep invading it.” He did not see the irony in this statement.

The end is near. The sale will close on or about March 1st, and they will get to move in about a week afterward. I will gladly help them move their stuff into the new house.

In return for the favor of staying here nearly 3 months, they will help us fix up the bathroom so we can show our house this summer. I suppose that is a fair trade, despite the trouble this experience has been for me.

I am positive that I am the one who’s being unreasonable. I have an unrealistic space bubble which is the size of a football field. I sometimes choose to not be good at socializing. I need lots of down time, more than most people. But when necessary, you suck it up for family, because they would do the same for me.

Except I would never ask unless the zombie apocalypse occurred.

day 18

The relatives are still in our house. They are not working with the landlord to make the rental house livable, so they remain here. They have put an offer on a house, and I can only hope for a short escrow period. Even so, they may be here until March. FML.

I miss my quiet time. I am staying up way past my normal bedtime because I enjoy time to think without the barrage of words. So. Many. Words. I have seen my wife’s eyes glaze over, and I’m sure I do the same thing, because I simply can’t listen for long, uninterrupted stretches of time. I thought Sunday’s football game would be a good distraction to fill the space, but he talked throughout the entire game, sometimes about the game but often not.

The goats, in the meantime, have found a nice cozy home to share with a few horses in a nearby barn. I don’t know how the horses feel about this; maybe they can relate to my situation.

it’s all relative

We have had relatives and their goats staying with us since Christmas Day, as they have moved to Ohio from our old town in California. Yes, I said goats. They were supposed to move into a rental house that I had found them, but the house was unlivable. [Why would the owner offer the house for rent with problems that preclude a renter from turning on the water and living there? But that’s another story.] The result is that they will be staying with us for much longer than I anticipated, or until they can find a place to buy I guess.

The problem is that Mrs. Fish and I are very much introverted people, and we need quiet, alone time to recharge and face the next day. The relatives are not that way, and in particular they like to talk constantly. He loves to talk about people I don’t know and don’t care about, and issues I don’t care about discussing (because I disagree on most everything he believes in). This morning he was READING FACEBOOK MEMES TO ME!! Fucking hell, please just shut the trap for a few minutes and let me relax in my own house! It has been very stressful for me, and probably so for my wife as well.

It is nearly impossible to get a break from them to just be alone. I am using some of this precious time right now to shop for food (for them) and relax. At least my wife got to go to work today, although she is having a tough time because her back is injured. She is too stubborn to stop working for a while, and she is obsessed with making money we don’t need (until my daughter decides she needs to visit the hospital again, but that’s another story).

I had planned on taking a vacation day tomorrow, but I’m not going to. I would rather be at work and be around people who don’t talk to me as much.