Find Me in Florida Again.

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RT the start of the school year 90 days after– Catching up and still waiting for the last couple of estate legal papers.


I haven’t written an actual real blog entry other than showing links here and there.

Fine with me today.  Whew, though because what a summer this has been for me. We  moved last June after 16 years in one place. I just paid the third Duke Power bill by the seat of my pants and by getting rid of something precious I will get back later.  I will get my cello back later.  Or try violin lessons.  Yeah,  that sounds good.  That sounds really good.

My own personal growth and development and the ability to try new things I have never tried before ever.

So?  Nothing like waiting for the legal people to give you something so you can get on with your life.

Yes,  I got rid of something I had about 10 lessons to squack on. I will get it back. I don’t use credit cards and pay any interest, Period.   Say what you will but we are awaiting for the final papers to come through making us the official owners of our house we are already living in now.  It was my hub’s Dad’s anyhow.  Being that my dahling is the last surviving relative and was the POA before all this, we don’t have to move again.  He had the keys and the house is well … uhhh uhhh,  paid forever.  Being that POPs was a wounded WWII vet,  they get a huge tax cut,  so Pops as I used to call him paid the walls and roof off. 


I know I am going to piss a lot of people off by getting a house a 4 bedroom 2 badther with a pool out back in Florida.  Super tough.     But I am 51 and waited out the housing crisis and said no to overspending and overbuying anything.  Heck, I waited 16 years for a house.  I am married 16 years and have had so much loss in our married life.  But I’m not going to whine about it at all.  My husband lost his entire family: his next older brother,  his other brother right after we got married,  his mother and last his father last year. All this in 20 years time.  He is it.


I waited for a house and hung in there —  when most women would’ve have made a beeline for any divorce court because they are Veruca Salt from the Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and demand that they deserve it because they are a false princess who is actually Miss or Mrs. Bitcharella who used to be Bridezilla.   The single ones have no social skills.  Trust me,  she is the one filling and the looser in the end because most of them work in doctor’s offices because they have no college and refuse to do the work for a Bachelor’s.   They have no degree.  Her other name is Shortcut Shelly.  She moans now about not having any money, pays the mini on her credit cards acts jealous and weird to those who did go the extra mile.  She takes second best … because.. just because.

I don’t.  So?

Shortcut Shelly was partying at 20 married at 21 and had no intentions of ever showing any academic effort.  She was divorced at at 31.  Most are heavy and well, you know where this is going. I am just observant and tell it is like it is.

So there… I wrote it.

It is just nice nice.  It is nice knowing that some fool corporation doesn’t get money from me EVERY FREAKING MONTH.   Hey folks,  I am very open about things.  It is public record here in Florida.  So?   I don’t want to say what I am tempted to do when we get those papers.   Teehee,  maybe I should go up to Countrywide or Bank of America and stick my tongue out and rattle a copy of what makes me a free and clear homeowner without having to have their fingers on papers they drudge up and over charge me for their nonsense. 

So all the squirrels dead grass and land land land of this one acre 10 minutes from the local Pinellas beaches are shared mine with my husband.  If a laughing gull with the black head flies over head, he or she is mine temporarily. 

Whew,  what a summer.  Moving has meant that I am not always in the same room as my hub is. We share an office now and a kitchen and a dining room.

We are happier now because we are not so cramped in that 2 bedroom one bath apartment we became a married couple in back in 1998.  And it is still sinking in that I live in a house, not an apartment.

Believe me,  I have pictures of all the befores of the rooms we are going to renovate and we have to pay for over the next few months.  And believe me, there is so so much work to do that it is overwhelming.

This is why I have taken no pictures of the inside of this place. And this is why we have had bout 10 yard and garage and estate sales.  I don’t go into debt. Every dollar counts  and there is too much stuff.  I don’t do credit cards and have regrets about them.  I don’t like a lot of stuff in the house.  When we moved in here,  we had my deceased in-laws stuff and  OUR STUFF.   What CLUTTER!

GET RID OF ALL ALLLLL OF IT,  we said.  We kept the pictures and other serious sentimental schlock.  We even got rid of a TV.  The stand broke and we sold it.  Someone bought it.  We’ll get a new one.  OUt it went.  Money in our hands.  If it is junk,  it moves and makes us money.

And now onto our renovation schedule.  I am and am not looking forward to this.  Trust me,  we have to do this now, not our Mr. Mold old Landlord.

Our renovation schedule includes  starting with the Master bedroom and bathroom.  And just told hub that I would like to investigate enclosing the room for the laundry and get another washer and dryer and add an AC and heating vent in the garage.  We don’t have basements here.   After seeing the flood on Long Island where I am originally from,  I am elated we do not.

Then after those two items we take a break until choosing to seriously overhaul the living room, family room and basically tear the kitchen apart.  Yes, I am going to survive another another kitchen reno.   Yes,  I will.  That is what those bins are for — to store things in while they demo and put in a new kitchen. 

So this is why I haven’t said why we have been having garage sales.  And this is why no one round here has been taking photos of the inside or real outside of our place.

Flat out it is a mess.  It looks better than when we first moved in.  I can walk around here now. 

The Dining Room is bare now. We have an Ikea Bjursta 10 seater table in there with no chairs. We have to buy those.  I just sold my old table and chair set this past weekend. That took forever to do that. And we are just flat out tired after this move.  So stay tuned for a vacation in the coming months and more stories of the weird yard sale people.  Trust me the last two episodes are worth a serious laugh. 

How many more days and it is ours?   I am waiting to see. I am praying for patience.



Author: findmeinfloridaagain

I am a middle aged lady who is married 16 years. I grew up here in the Tampa Bay area. I am from NYC and LongIsland. I met my Chicago husband here. We have many adventures here and consider most viewpoints and love dialogue on all topics. Dialogue brings understanding and understanding brings hope.

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