“Just relax,” they say. I always look confused. Relaxation baffles me. There’s nothing peaceful about it. I watch commercials with that lady in the bubble bath with the candles and the wine, and I get twitchy. I’d like to be that lady, but the reality is that by the time I actually got into that tub, I would have scrubbed it, taken the dirty rags to the laundry room and noticed I hadn’t folded the last load of laundry, switched out a load, put the towels away and noticed I had run the tub over because I forgot I started running the water. [Read more…]
Archives for February 2017
Moving… The Final Strongholds
A week ago our U-Haul rolled up to our new home, and we spent the day unloading and arranging. I’m happy to report that most areas of our home are orderly and functional, but we have a few last bastions, hanging on for dear life and rejecting any attempt at order. Our sun porch has become the dump site for cardboard and other packing paraphernalia we intend to recycle or give away for reuse. The garbage collection company where I ordered the recycle service forgot to deliver the bin, not that all that treasure would fit anyway, but alas, a small dent is still a dent, nonetheless. [Read more…]
UHAUL Brain
So we’re moving today and tomorrow.
My husband now has his dream job as pastor at Pathway Community Church in Jackson, MI.
That led to packing, painting, writing lists–and lists of lists–cleaning, sorting, editing, and overall upending our daily lives, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You may have thought I lost my mind if you are subscribed to this blog and kept getting a notice that I had updated only to find the link send you to a non-existent post. You’re probably right because I find myself with UHaul brain today. That’s the diagnosis, plain and simple.
I no longer have space in my brain for the day to day because I’ve invested all those resources to changing addresses, utilities, daycare, doctors, and pharmacy. We’ll probably have the smoothest move ever, followed by the realization that we have no toilet paper–wait, no, I did get toilet paper. Whew!
Prayers appreciated for Feb. 9-10 as we move out of the home I’ve lived in longer than any in my life and move on to the next adventure.
…and that’s the view from My (new) Front Porch… only it’s a side porch.