So Grey gave me (and them) an extension until Wednesday. I communicated this with everything but a bullhorn. I went behind someone's back. I cajoled and wheedled. Wednesday came; Wednesday went. No contract. Thursday morning I got the first of the two contracts. Friday at 4:30, after I posted my blog, I found the second contract in my inbox.
I was so sad. We'd discussed it. We had decided. End of story. I thought that perhaps it couldn't hurt to forward the contract to him at work and see what he thought. In the meantime, I was looking forward to some other neat opportunities in Oklahoma at two of the state colleges. C'mon, I'm a Ph.D. I can find something relatively easily. Gulp. With insurance. And benefits. That pays ok. As a teacher. Shoooooooo!
Besides, we already decided a course of action, right? NO way to change our minds, right? Stay in comfy, cushy Oklahoma with its mild winters and blistering hot can't-breathe-for-2-months heat that depresses me and makes me want to live on a polar ice cap. That's the plan. No way I'm asking Grey to reconsider and please may we move to Washington after I'd already secured an extension.
Thoughts swirled through my tornado brain. If I have never told you about my tornado brain, it's an amazing and efficient machine. Any event that happens, my brain likes to imagine the worst case scenario, then whip the event around in my head several times and force a scary and difficult outcome wherein I end up living under an overpass with only Eleanor, a shopping cart and a machete. Depending on how much I wanted what I didn't get, and sometimes depending on how much I wanted what I did get, it doesn't take long for me to get to the shopping cart scenario. This time? Five point two seconds. With broken down house slippers and a mumu. That's a record of some sort.
By the time Grey got home from work around 6:30, I was in a lather. I would not wouldnotwouldnot ask him to change our plans. We were heading out for Norman immediately, so we decided to wait and talk on the way. Time dragged as he packed his things. I breathed. I felt a trickle of sweat slide down the hollow part of my back. My ear itched; I scratched. I petted the cat. He forgot something. I threw everything (including the cat in her carrier) in the back seat and jumped in.
"You got the contracts?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I said that's not fair. We decided. I am not asking to change the course of action."
"Oh." He thought for a moment.
"Well, what do you want to happen?" I smelled a trap.
"That's not fair. I want to know what you think too." He smiled. Grey has a regular smile, a 5,000 watt smile and a sly smile. This was his sly smile.
"Yeah, I'll tell you what I want. You first."
"I think we already decided. I think we should stay in Oklahoma."
"But what do you Want?"
"I want to go to Washington."
"Ok. Let's go."
"Whoa buddy. Input first. You can't just make pronouncements without telling me what's on your mind. I need your thinking." Again, Grey smiled his sly smile. The middle of his lips stay put but the corners go up exponentially, creating a deep V that makes his eyes crinkle a little. It's...fetching. My heart always beats a little faster when he smiles like that.
"I was thinking that giving them a Wednesday deadline was likely to get a contract by Friday." By Friday? My brain tornadoes. Wait. What? So he..
"Did you play me?"
He tricked me. He gave me a Wednesday deadline so that I would become a hard-nosed negotiator because he knew I would be frantic. Oh! I never! How.... Effective. Oh and he lied to me! I spent almost .03 seconds being mad at being so easy to predict. Then I realized that we are moving to Washington.
We are moving back to Washington! Yay!
Yay for beaches and mountains and Canada and Seattle and sisters and nieces and nephews and hiking and a blue state!
|Looking out from Port Angeles|
|Quilcene Bay, 2011|
On a clear day, you can see forever
|Mt. St. Helens|
|Port Angeles, Washington|
|Sand Dunes, Port Townsend, Washington|