One Step Forward, Two Steps Waiting

    Some weekends feel productive. Some feel chaotic. And then there are weekends like this one — where you do a ton of work, make real progress, and still somehow feel stuck in the same spot.
We washed both cars, which sounds small, but honestly the Jeep hasn’t been that clean since I bought it. It deserved one last proper scrub before going up for sale, and now it’s officially listed. That should feel like a big milestone… but it doesn’t quite land yet. Probably because everything else still feels like it’s in limbo until the cars sell.


And speaking of selling things — let’s talk about the couch.
    This couch has been listed for weeks. It’s a nice leather reclining couch, and we’re asking a hundred bucks. One hundred. You’d think that would make it fly out the door. Instead, we get messages like:
    “Can I buy just the left side?”
    and
    “Could I come cut it in half in your yard?”
I don’t know what that guy was smoking, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t legal in Wyoming.
    The real problem is everyone who does want it… wants it delivered. If I had a truck, this wouldn’t even be a conversation. But here we are, stuck with a perfectly good couch that’s blocking the next phase of getting the house ready.

    And that’s the part that’s driving me nuts — the house is so close to being ready for the next big push. Once the couch is gone, I can finish stripping the acoustic ceiling, repaint everything, and keep moving toward listing the place. Every item that leaves the house is one less anchor holding us here. One step closer to the road, the Southwest, and the next chapter.
But right now? It feels like we’re in that awkward middle stage where you’re doing all the right things, checking all the boxes, and still waiting for the universe to catch up.
Progress is happening — just not fast enough for my taste.

Still, the Jeep is listed. The cars are clean. The work is getting done. And even if it doesn’t feel like momentum, it is momentum.

One weird weekend at a time.

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