Control is hard to give up, much like breathing. It may be just as much work to seek God's will in my life as it is to recklessly plow forward and play clean up afterwards. Nevermind that this God is Creator of the Universe, the one who sends food from the sky, parts the sea, and raises the dead. Nevermind all that.
Everytime I go with the flow, I get a little more peace. That's like gold to a worried control freak. Manna.
I'm a slow learner. In spite of this, I'm willing to bet that if I keep working on this surrender thing, good things will happen. I'm going to get enough grace to see me through all of the turmoil. And, because God's love and provision is bountiful, some days, I will get even more than enough.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Progress
I think we are doing better. Some restless nights and melancholy moments, but overall, we are more at peace with this. For the last two days, we have gone bike riding. We've gotten wet and muddy, and had a grand time doing so. Yesterday, we rode around town for atleast 2.5 hours. Things always look better after the endorphins kick in...
I've packed more boxes, said more goodbyes and cleaned more. It is hard to believe there is anything left to clean, but the kids always find something new to take out.
It would be easier to leave everything on the floor until it goes in the box, but we were kind tenants and gave the new landlord extra notice of vacancy. He has been showing the house for over a week and half. The first time, he tried to call at dinner time and showed up with prospects two hours later. That would be 8 o clock. I was not happy. We let him in and I told him he would not be allowed to enter again under those circumstances. He is quite flaky and has made several appointments and then changed them. I SO miss the old property manager. He was great. A no problem kind of guy who always said I'll take care of it and did. He would not have been parading people through our home unnecessarily. Oh well. Them's the days...
Bottom line of all this rambling...We've acknowledged every downside and upside to this move. We still think we are moving. We wish we felt better about Orlando, but we don't. Maybe we just picked the wrong destination...
I am being told in different ways and times to trust God with everything. It's neat that each messanger is completely unaware of the others. I am left to wonder if I am to trust God to carry us through to the next adventure or to take care of things in other places and stay where we were sent. Have we learned enough here to go on to the next spot? Or should we continue to bloom in Bloomington?
My mom used to say," You think too much." This could very well be true. But then again, it may not be. I may think just enough to get myself in trouble. Today, I still contemplated the choices, but I put in a bigger mix of praise and adoration for a God who can see every twist, turn and stumble and always wants to hold my hand. Maybe that's my lesson for the day. If so, can I go home and take a nap now?
I've packed more boxes, said more goodbyes and cleaned more. It is hard to believe there is anything left to clean, but the kids always find something new to take out.
It would be easier to leave everything on the floor until it goes in the box, but we were kind tenants and gave the new landlord extra notice of vacancy. He has been showing the house for over a week and half. The first time, he tried to call at dinner time and showed up with prospects two hours later. That would be 8 o clock. I was not happy. We let him in and I told him he would not be allowed to enter again under those circumstances. He is quite flaky and has made several appointments and then changed them. I SO miss the old property manager. He was great. A no problem kind of guy who always said I'll take care of it and did. He would not have been parading people through our home unnecessarily. Oh well. Them's the days...
Bottom line of all this rambling...We've acknowledged every downside and upside to this move. We still think we are moving. We wish we felt better about Orlando, but we don't. Maybe we just picked the wrong destination...
I am being told in different ways and times to trust God with everything. It's neat that each messanger is completely unaware of the others. I am left to wonder if I am to trust God to carry us through to the next adventure or to take care of things in other places and stay where we were sent. Have we learned enough here to go on to the next spot? Or should we continue to bloom in Bloomington?
My mom used to say," You think too much." This could very well be true. But then again, it may not be. I may think just enough to get myself in trouble. Today, I still contemplated the choices, but I put in a bigger mix of praise and adoration for a God who can see every twist, turn and stumble and always wants to hold my hand. Maybe that's my lesson for the day. If so, can I go home and take a nap now?
Monday, August 28, 2006
I don't know where we are going. Moving to Orlando seemed like the reasonable thing to do. It has made us very cranky though. All of us.
Russell and I now wonder what should we be doing. Neither of us expected moving to evoke such poor behavior and bad thoughts. The tantrums and pettiness is intense. I expect the dog will pee on the floor any minute. We are left to wonder," Is this normal? Is this all a sign that we should NOT be doing this? Is this a rise above the chaos and carry on moment?" We just don't know.
Part of the problem is that we feel we should be doing the "right thing." For whom though? Us? Family? Both are important. Complicated. I know many would say the us is the most important thing. But, we don't usually make decisions by that measuring stick. I wonder what other kinds Home Depot sells.
Russell asked me what my gut desire was last night. I said to hide under a rock. Not good. He would be happy if we moved to Atlanta. That certainly has its merits. Every choice does.
Maybe we'll just click our ruby, red heels and wait to see where home is. First, we'll need to get some. The clock is ticking. Tick Tick Tock
Russell and I now wonder what should we be doing. Neither of us expected moving to evoke such poor behavior and bad thoughts. The tantrums and pettiness is intense. I expect the dog will pee on the floor any minute. We are left to wonder," Is this normal? Is this all a sign that we should NOT be doing this? Is this a rise above the chaos and carry on moment?" We just don't know.
Part of the problem is that we feel we should be doing the "right thing." For whom though? Us? Family? Both are important. Complicated. I know many would say the us is the most important thing. But, we don't usually make decisions by that measuring stick. I wonder what other kinds Home Depot sells.
Russell asked me what my gut desire was last night. I said to hide under a rock. Not good. He would be happy if we moved to Atlanta. That certainly has its merits. Every choice does.
Maybe we'll just click our ruby, red heels and wait to see where home is. First, we'll need to get some. The clock is ticking. Tick Tick Tock
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Where in the world am I?
The silence on my part is just an illusion. I've not been quiet at all. I've been taking time to drive my family crazy here...
Upon returning home, we have been more focused on cleaning, packing and sorting. We try to break up the work with fun. So, we've also been to the park, children's museum, Chuckee Cheese, and the library. All this fun and work has not stopped me from finding a little gem of humor, mostly guaranteed to make you smile.
DRUMROLL Please....
number #1 A+ reason for a 3 page insurance company denial of coverage letter.... They canot identify me.
I think that one is mostly straightened out now. I'm a little worried for BCBS though. They can't see the humor.
My laptop is visiting the computer doctor. I hope it comes home quickly. I miss it. I am down in the basement writing to you and it isn't the same at all. I promise to write more when it comes home.
Meanwhile, stay happy and well. And a little dazed, because it makes people wonder if you are okay.
Upon returning home, we have been more focused on cleaning, packing and sorting. We try to break up the work with fun. So, we've also been to the park, children's museum, Chuckee Cheese, and the library. All this fun and work has not stopped me from finding a little gem of humor, mostly guaranteed to make you smile.
DRUMROLL Please....
number #1 A+ reason for a 3 page insurance company denial of coverage letter.... They canot identify me.
I think that one is mostly straightened out now. I'm a little worried for BCBS though. They can't see the humor.
My laptop is visiting the computer doctor. I hope it comes home quickly. I miss it. I am down in the basement writing to you and it isn't the same at all. I promise to write more when it comes home.
Meanwhile, stay happy and well. And a little dazed, because it makes people wonder if you are okay.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
More on moving
We travel home today. The kids and I will fly back to Bloomington. I do not like flying, but am glad to be headed home. We are all excited abou that. It has been a good visit in S Fl. We have narrowed down the living situation to a city, although not a specific address. We are looking for a place in Celebration, a small town on the SW side of Orlando. We are optimistic about finding just the right place there.
More on that as I find out...
More on that as I find out...
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Sea shells
I've always loved to look at shells on the beach. I used to search for the perfect one, the kind I saw in tourist shops. I have seen so few them, that I have occasionally wondered if they are really manufactured in China. I still don't know where those stores find them, but my quest has changed.
Somewhere along the line, I started to look at shells in a new light. The jagged edges and holes have become a story. The real treasures are the shells worn thin and smooth. I hold their translucent selves in my hand and rub, half expecting a genie to appear. I wonder at the journey that has taken them from the depths of the ocean to the sand beneath my feet. I wonder at the life of the creature that was once inside. I wonder if they were bottom dwellers or surface skimmers. I like to think they are the former.
Did you ever stop to think of what it must be like to live at the very bottom of the ocean? How some creatures never see a shimmer of of the sun's light? Their whole world is only what they can feel, or otherwise sense.
The dark, cold shrouds them.
We are like that I think. We get so wrapped up in our daily lives that it is all we can imagine. Our problems overwhelm us. They come back again and again. Sometimes, our bodies even begin to shut down. The tiniest illness beats us into the ground.
We cannot imagine the light because it has been dark for so long. Yet come it will. Like stepping into Canaan or being granted sight by a mystery man in Bible times. Eventually, the new life comes. Sometimes, it sneaks in, like morning dawn. Othertimes, a major event ushers in the new agenda. I think the shells know something about this journey. These broken treasures have surrendered control and travel in the moment. In spiritual terms, they go by faith.
The tiny shells I have held this week tell me of countless waves pushing and pulling them to the shore. Every wave brings them both closer and further to their desitination. We are so very often that shell. Life pushes us and pulls us forward. Laughter and tears mingle as we see glimpses of the goal even as setbacks assail us. Over and over, pushing and pulling us, smoothing our rough edges, making us beautiful.
In the Bible, King David speaks of dark nights and deep sorrows that are only relieved by morning, by God's deliverance (Psalm 30). I think of the times in my own life when I thought the night would never end. I think of the shells that never imagined the sun. Then, I think we are most human when we fight each wave and stiffen at the darkness. We are human when we fear the changes and difficulties around us. It is God in us when we embrace each trial and joy for what it is, another push or pull that takes us further on our journey to become the creatures God made us to be.
Someday, someone may pass us by and see, just for a moment, a shimmering glimpse of a life well lived. They will see, not just our imperfections, but our perfect, yearning hearts, longing to be close to the God who made us. Then, we will have arrived!
Life can be hard. It really can. Sometimes, you are swimming along and something big sucks you right out of your shell. Sometimes, your house gets smashed against the rocks and gets lost in the seaweed. Always, though, there is a path that leads to the light. There is always a path that leads to a richer, better life. May you each find the path God envisions for you today. May it excite you and bring you peace. The waves can be rough, and the rocks can be sharp. I know. But the joy that comes with the morning light is amazing.
Somewhere along the line, I started to look at shells in a new light. The jagged edges and holes have become a story. The real treasures are the shells worn thin and smooth. I hold their translucent selves in my hand and rub, half expecting a genie to appear. I wonder at the journey that has taken them from the depths of the ocean to the sand beneath my feet. I wonder at the life of the creature that was once inside. I wonder if they were bottom dwellers or surface skimmers. I like to think they are the former.
Did you ever stop to think of what it must be like to live at the very bottom of the ocean? How some creatures never see a shimmer of of the sun's light? Their whole world is only what they can feel, or otherwise sense.
The dark, cold shrouds them.
We are like that I think. We get so wrapped up in our daily lives that it is all we can imagine. Our problems overwhelm us. They come back again and again. Sometimes, our bodies even begin to shut down. The tiniest illness beats us into the ground.
We cannot imagine the light because it has been dark for so long. Yet come it will. Like stepping into Canaan or being granted sight by a mystery man in Bible times. Eventually, the new life comes. Sometimes, it sneaks in, like morning dawn. Othertimes, a major event ushers in the new agenda. I think the shells know something about this journey. These broken treasures have surrendered control and travel in the moment. In spiritual terms, they go by faith.
The tiny shells I have held this week tell me of countless waves pushing and pulling them to the shore. Every wave brings them both closer and further to their desitination. We are so very often that shell. Life pushes us and pulls us forward. Laughter and tears mingle as we see glimpses of the goal even as setbacks assail us. Over and over, pushing and pulling us, smoothing our rough edges, making us beautiful.
In the Bible, King David speaks of dark nights and deep sorrows that are only relieved by morning, by God's deliverance (Psalm 30). I think of the times in my own life when I thought the night would never end. I think of the shells that never imagined the sun. Then, I think we are most human when we fight each wave and stiffen at the darkness. We are human when we fear the changes and difficulties around us. It is God in us when we embrace each trial and joy for what it is, another push or pull that takes us further on our journey to become the creatures God made us to be.
Someday, someone may pass us by and see, just for a moment, a shimmering glimpse of a life well lived. They will see, not just our imperfections, but our perfect, yearning hearts, longing to be close to the God who made us. Then, we will have arrived!
Life can be hard. It really can. Sometimes, you are swimming along and something big sucks you right out of your shell. Sometimes, your house gets smashed against the rocks and gets lost in the seaweed. Always, though, there is a path that leads to the light. There is always a path that leads to a richer, better life. May you each find the path God envisions for you today. May it excite you and bring you peace. The waves can be rough, and the rocks can be sharp. I know. But the joy that comes with the morning light is amazing.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Playing Telephone
Remember playing telephone as a kid? One person whispers their secret into the ear of the person next to them. The message gets lost in the spitty, whispered words. Before you know it, "My aunt wants to know how to sew." turns into "My aunt bought a cow to mow the shoes." Then everybody gets the giggles and collapses on the floor.
In real life though, it hardly ever ends this way. What's more likely is that the message gets turned awry and people feel hurt, angry or both. Even if the words are the same, tone and expression changes. Before you know it, you've disappointed the whole gang and you didn't even know it. It stinks. Every body is carrying baggage from a trip that no one even went on.
It's hard to clear the air sometimes. We sit on our feelings and hope they don't eat us for breakfast. They don't though. Instead, those feelings eat at us all day long, covering our thoughts, smothering good relationships, like moss on a stone.
That's the devil's game. Sneaking words and looks when they aren't invited. Just kick him out. Follow the traditions that make time to check on your relationships. Are you good with your neighbors? Your friends? Your families? Love them all to the best of your ability. Because chances are, they didn't mean to rub you the wrong way any more than I did.
In real life though, it hardly ever ends this way. What's more likely is that the message gets turned awry and people feel hurt, angry or both. Even if the words are the same, tone and expression changes. Before you know it, you've disappointed the whole gang and you didn't even know it. It stinks. Every body is carrying baggage from a trip that no one even went on.
It's hard to clear the air sometimes. We sit on our feelings and hope they don't eat us for breakfast. They don't though. Instead, those feelings eat at us all day long, covering our thoughts, smothering good relationships, like moss on a stone.
That's the devil's game. Sneaking words and looks when they aren't invited. Just kick him out. Follow the traditions that make time to check on your relationships. Are you good with your neighbors? Your friends? Your families? Love them all to the best of your ability. Because chances are, they didn't mean to rub you the wrong way any more than I did.
Monday, August 14, 2006
There's no place like home
I often think how strange it is to be in my parent's house again. I'm an adult child, with two children of my own, invading another family. We have our ways; they have theirs. As I get older, and busier with my own children, I get better at not giving too many directives to my siblings. I have finally figured out that they may never see the therapeutic benefit of cleaning the house. I, in return, will never see the therapeutic benefits of giving endless devotion to Nintendo. So, we are sort of even.
People have often asked me what it's like living in a big family. My husband and I have speculated that if we set up a web cam in the house, people might pay money to see it all for themselves. It's not a bad idea. That ploy could generate an awful lot of college dough... I mean, how else could you find out the exact situation to utter the phrase, "Don't you EVER throw the cat again!"
Don't laugh. This could come up in your life. How will you know if you've gotten right? We can help. Along with this priceless gem, you can also find out what happens when a dog eats lo mein out of someone's bowl. and secondary uses for Febreeze. That's just today. Imagine the delights of tomorrow!
Being from a big family gives you admission to a special club. When I meet someone from a large family, there is a shared sigh, a knowing, "ooohh." Things that tiny, cute families don't really get. Like how it could be alright that 6 people are eating 6 different meals, while 2 others are westling to the ground, and 1 more person is demanding that whoever stole his socks be punished and the socks returned. And after the sockless wonder leaves the room, the least likely suspect sails the socks through the air, over the wrestlers, to the dog...
I know these things don't happen in every family. So I don't talk about those things. But every once in awhile, I meet someone from the club. And then, in that single sigh, we speak about socks, dog vomit, and wedgies. And then, we close up again. It's never nice to scare the innocent. It's just not good manners.
People have often asked me what it's like living in a big family. My husband and I have speculated that if we set up a web cam in the house, people might pay money to see it all for themselves. It's not a bad idea. That ploy could generate an awful lot of college dough... I mean, how else could you find out the exact situation to utter the phrase, "Don't you EVER throw the cat again!"
Don't laugh. This could come up in your life. How will you know if you've gotten right? We can help. Along with this priceless gem, you can also find out what happens when a dog eats lo mein out of someone's bowl. and secondary uses for Febreeze. That's just today. Imagine the delights of tomorrow!
Being from a big family gives you admission to a special club. When I meet someone from a large family, there is a shared sigh, a knowing, "ooohh." Things that tiny, cute families don't really get. Like how it could be alright that 6 people are eating 6 different meals, while 2 others are westling to the ground, and 1 more person is demanding that whoever stole his socks be punished and the socks returned. And after the sockless wonder leaves the room, the least likely suspect sails the socks through the air, over the wrestlers, to the dog...
I know these things don't happen in every family. So I don't talk about those things. But every once in awhile, I meet someone from the club. And then, in that single sigh, we speak about socks, dog vomit, and wedgies. And then, we close up again. It's never nice to scare the innocent. It's just not good manners.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
The search is on
We continue to look for housing. My children have taken to decorating themselves with markers and trashing the hotel room, with alternating moments of sweetness. My oldest periodically tells us we will ruin her life if we make her move to the "hotness" in FL. It is my hope that the search will be over by tomorrow morning. I think we are getting close.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Lay Me Down
I've tried so hard to listen to the Spirit of God in my life. Not always. But for the last 61/2 years we've been chatty. I've spent the last several years praying thatI would be who God needed me to be and where I need to be. I've had a few moments when I was belly punched along the way, but I've been moving forward.
Moving to Illinois was the right thing to do. Confirmations came over and over again. Later today, we will fly to Orlando to check out apartments. Things seem pretty silent. Bad dreams. Headlines about terror plots. Not good. I vaguely remember coming to Bloomington though. We couldn't agree on housing. Our eldest child was melting at every turn. So maybe, it gets better.
Or I could just be a girl who doesn't listen. Maybe I am supposed to stay in Mayberry. It's not everybody who gets the chance to live in a place like this. It's just so hard to find the path sometimes.
I've spent the last year with the theme "Lay Me Down." I'm trying to see who I can become if I lay all my worst fears, jealousies, and petty meanies down. I want to know what I can be used for then. There is a song that says of the Christian walk, "You [God] must increase. I must decrease. How low can I go? How low can I go? I've been trying to answer that question. But, I don't want to be a martyr. I don't think it's in my cards. I just want to be the kind of person that God can really use in this world.
Maybe, if you are a praying person, you will join me in praying that I will be who God needs me to be, where He needs me to be, and really doing what He calls me to do. Because I think if we all do it together, the answer might come in so clearly that my imperfect self will not be able to miss it.
Signing off. The sunhine girl.
Moving to Illinois was the right thing to do. Confirmations came over and over again. Later today, we will fly to Orlando to check out apartments. Things seem pretty silent. Bad dreams. Headlines about terror plots. Not good. I vaguely remember coming to Bloomington though. We couldn't agree on housing. Our eldest child was melting at every turn. So maybe, it gets better.
Or I could just be a girl who doesn't listen. Maybe I am supposed to stay in Mayberry. It's not everybody who gets the chance to live in a place like this. It's just so hard to find the path sometimes.
I've spent the last year with the theme "Lay Me Down." I'm trying to see who I can become if I lay all my worst fears, jealousies, and petty meanies down. I want to know what I can be used for then. There is a song that says of the Christian walk, "You [God] must increase. I must decrease. How low can I go? How low can I go? I've been trying to answer that question. But, I don't want to be a martyr. I don't think it's in my cards. I just want to be the kind of person that God can really use in this world.
Maybe, if you are a praying person, you will join me in praying that I will be who God needs me to be, where He needs me to be, and really doing what He calls me to do. Because I think if we all do it together, the answer might come in so clearly that my imperfect self will not be able to miss it.
Signing off. The sunhine girl.
Questions of the day
Q: How many lollipops does it take to get to the end the family haircut outing?
A: 5 (and one McDonald's breakfast featuring a playground)
Q: Is my child the only child who wants a DragonTales birthday party?
A: Two of the nation's largest party suppliers say yes! How about Princesses or Pirates instead.
Q: Why do people use those monster zucchini squashes in bread?
A: Because they are really bitter if eaten by themselves. Or maybe that was the oregano
Q: Will that same zucchini work in a "fajita pie?"
A: Yes. It was very tasty. I'll be happy to tell you about it if you write.
Q: What was the silliest part of the day?
A: Playing guess who games with my 5 yr old and pretending to miss all the clues.
A: 5 (and one McDonald's breakfast featuring a playground)
Q: Is my child the only child who wants a DragonTales birthday party?
A: Two of the nation's largest party suppliers say yes! How about Princesses or Pirates instead.
Q: Why do people use those monster zucchini squashes in bread?
A: Because they are really bitter if eaten by themselves. Or maybe that was the oregano
Q: Will that same zucchini work in a "fajita pie?"
A: Yes. It was very tasty. I'll be happy to tell you about it if you write.
Q: What was the silliest part of the day?
A: Playing guess who games with my 5 yr old and pretending to miss all the clues.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Getting up again
Every once in awhile, I want to feel sorry for myself. I do. I want to curl up on the couch and not move for a day. Except to go to the kitchen for snacks. Probably the bathroom too. Otherwise I will just have to clean the couch when the pity party ends.
But really, who else has this kind of life? I keep thinking my life would make a good movie. It would be a black comedy called, My Bad Day. Except, I think it's leaking on to the second day now. There goes my good idea...
I have to be better than all this though. I don't want my kids to think it's ok to lay down and die when bad things happen. I don't want to be a whiner. I don't. Except today maybe.
I packed my picture albums yesterday. I cried then. Because I am not supposed to be moving because my brother is dead. And my mother. I'm not. I am supposed to be moving because ...because I don't know why. But, I do. I am moving because life is so short sometimes. There are no do overs. I want to be closer to the people I love. I want to share in their lives without it being a huge occasion. I do not want to live out of suitcases while I do it either. I want to be near enough to the ocean to go and breathe it in and have the sea's roar be louder than my own voice.
This life is crazy sometimes. So very crazy. And mean. I am counting on my God though. Sometimes, I remind Him of that. When my dad was in the hospital recently, I reminded God again. Just in case. I said, "God, you better come through. Do not let me fall." Stumbling is okay. Stubbing my toe is okay. Just push me to get back up again.
I think it's time to get up again. I don't want to be a benchwarmer in my own living room. Not really.
It's time to make a cherry pie with my daughter. Maybe read a book with her. Then, my son will wake up and he will bring us a book to read for him. I could be packing or cleaning. There's so much of that to be done. But, today I learned that someone I admire so much has cancer and it seems like a horrible way to mark that. Much better to tell my babies stories and help them learn new things about their world. Much better to let them know how wonderful they are to me.
Besides, if we make the cherry pie today, the carpets will really need to be cleaned tomorrow. It's so much better to clean when I can see the difference I've made. I've never understood those people who dust when they can't see the clean streak.
But really, who else has this kind of life? I keep thinking my life would make a good movie. It would be a black comedy called, My Bad Day. Except, I think it's leaking on to the second day now. There goes my good idea...
I have to be better than all this though. I don't want my kids to think it's ok to lay down and die when bad things happen. I don't want to be a whiner. I don't. Except today maybe.
I packed my picture albums yesterday. I cried then. Because I am not supposed to be moving because my brother is dead. And my mother. I'm not. I am supposed to be moving because ...because I don't know why. But, I do. I am moving because life is so short sometimes. There are no do overs. I want to be closer to the people I love. I want to share in their lives without it being a huge occasion. I do not want to live out of suitcases while I do it either. I want to be near enough to the ocean to go and breathe it in and have the sea's roar be louder than my own voice.
This life is crazy sometimes. So very crazy. And mean. I am counting on my God though. Sometimes, I remind Him of that. When my dad was in the hospital recently, I reminded God again. Just in case. I said, "God, you better come through. Do not let me fall." Stumbling is okay. Stubbing my toe is okay. Just push me to get back up again.
I think it's time to get up again. I don't want to be a benchwarmer in my own living room. Not really.
It's time to make a cherry pie with my daughter. Maybe read a book with her. Then, my son will wake up and he will bring us a book to read for him. I could be packing or cleaning. There's so much of that to be done. But, today I learned that someone I admire so much has cancer and it seems like a horrible way to mark that. Much better to tell my babies stories and help them learn new things about their world. Much better to let them know how wonderful they are to me.
Besides, if we make the cherry pie today, the carpets will really need to be cleaned tomorrow. It's so much better to clean when I can see the difference I've made. I've never understood those people who dust when they can't see the clean streak.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Paring down
I don't know whether moving is the right or wrong thing to do. It's the nuts thing. Of that I am sure. It really wouldn't be unreasonable if we hadn't just moved less than a year ago. Moving we are though. Before I know it, we will say goodbye to corn fields and hello to Mickey Mouse.
We have given many van loads of our things away. We have sold some. I know there is more to go. I am questioning every item. Why, oh why, did I buy that doll house from a yard sale two months ago? And I think the weebles are breeding. Although I really wanted those candlestick holders nine years ago when we married, I sold them last Sat for four dollars.
Really though, in spite of all this, I am glad we are going. We will be closer to family. I wish we had done this move before now. We weren't ready. I know this. And I have learned wonderful things in Bloomington. I think we all have. Now, we will learn wonderful things in Orlando. Just as soon as I decide whether to keep all the painting supplies.
We have given many van loads of our things away. We have sold some. I know there is more to go. I am questioning every item. Why, oh why, did I buy that doll house from a yard sale two months ago? And I think the weebles are breeding. Although I really wanted those candlestick holders nine years ago when we married, I sold them last Sat for four dollars.
Really though, in spite of all this, I am glad we are going. We will be closer to family. I wish we had done this move before now. We weren't ready. I know this. And I have learned wonderful things in Bloomington. I think we all have. Now, we will learn wonderful things in Orlando. Just as soon as I decide whether to keep all the painting supplies.
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