The following things have been resolved recently:
a) keys, lost in snow by Youngest recovering runaway dog, were found yesterday by me, in the rain. She'd marked the path with plastic easter egg halves. I had gone over the trail several times, but the snow had been trampled down and was in the shade and hadn't melted. I was trying to beat the sleet; this morning's 1/2 inch of white stuff is gone. But I'm so glad I found the keys yesterday!
b) the replacement credit card has arrived. I think I mentioned that Youngest had lost it and my wallet when gassing the car, having left them on the roof on the passenger side while she washed the windows. We drove to town and found the wallet on the third pass; I canceled the cc that night. That was about 20 days ago; my credit union was issuing new cards for all, and the interim card never came, although its pin did. So now Netflix is back, and one food subscription.
c) Youngest herself is back, having been out of pocket since Tuesday, when she was recalled from the far town because of the ice storm to the near town, where she has a job. THEN she went BACK to the far town on the afternoon of the New Year to exercise a horse, and got trapped by the continuing ice storm. This morning she missed her job (ice on road still), but made it back for her afternoon shift, and then home.
d) Son is working on the huge pile of things he brought to town and dumped in the front of the garage. He is an accomplished trasher, apparently. I had asked him twice earlier (two different days) to bring in the bedding; but I think the trigger was when I mentioned that Husband has been waiting for him to put H's motorcycle back together (they disassembled part of it before Son went to school in the late summer)...now Son says he will have the garage cleaned by Monday, and will then work on the motorcycle. Husband had been grumbling because Son had 1) sequestered a number of dirty dishes in his room and 2) had made a dirt bike out of an old bicycle and a weedeeater motor.
The following things have not been resolved:
1) The kid bedrooms, the three foster kittens (well, we could just end up with three extra cats), and the Project Room. (This is called the Family Room by neighbors in the 14 other houses that share this pattern.) I keep thinking it is getting better, but really it isn't. Or maybe so incrementally that I can't tell? Today I was going to make a wooden item to keep Old Cat from going under the futon in there (it is blocked now, but she has end run my efforts), but the power went out while husband and I were going to start up some equipment, so instead we sat inside the control room and listened to the wind howl around outside (65 mph, branches broken by the ice were dropping on power lines) and we heard it wouldn't be back until 3:30 a.m. and because I wanted to use a power saw to cut the wood, I decided on a different project, and when the power actually came on a few minutes after I'd shut down a bunch of computers and turned off the UPS's (they were beeping and driving people crazy)...I had forgotten my project. Maybe tomorrow? I did recycle some obsolete banking papers while protecting Old Cat's meal from Tatsi and White Paws.
As for New Year's Resolutions, I don't make them, because I've discovered that what happens to me is usually better than what I plan. My children hardly need me at all, other than sidling up for gas money, for dyslexia accommodations. The younger still needs some input and interference from me, but shockingly little. So, starting to eye my surroundings speculatively and wonder what's next?
Deborah
p.s. Hoping the New Year brings many good things to all!