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Reality and Visions

As we move around in this world there are moments of clarity that occur.

Moments of reality.

Moments like this:

perfection

Yes, I can see myself in her, sans the bustle.

Because in my head I have a vision for this new house, having closed on the sale of the old one last week.

I have a vision of things in their “place,”  good smells and pleasing views.  I have a vision of tidiness and order and coziness and comfort.

And in the way?

Work.

Life.

Interviewing to fill a vacancy, one I’ve covered for months now. And, after that, on boarding someone new, training, policy, understanding, compliance and meeting all deadlines in the interim.

Add to that a new organizational structure, new boss(es), new, new, more, more.

Conference calls. Meetings. Travel.  Repeat.

And Hubbs gimping around with a sore back.

~Gulp~

So I’ve padded up my Labor Day weekend with a couple days off and maybe then I’ll make some headway. Maybe then our living room will transform into the “Home & Garden” vision in my head.  Maybe then.

Still, the aroma of a roasted meal lingers in the kitchen this morning. The counters are clear from last night’s efforts.  Progress – albeit slow – is there, if I let myself see it.

Youngest boy even declared “Mom, it smells like home in here” and his joyful statement helped me see that maybe we’re already there and not much more is needed anyways.

“Home isn’t a place, its a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

*** Can you relate? What vision in your head doesn’t translate to the reality in front of you?**

 Related: Just Like That

 

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Random 5 Friday – moving, dressing, weddings and dogs

Random 5 Friday is here again and wow – what a whirlwind it’s been.  You should know that I’ve composed many posts in my head but I do believe random ramblings are all I’m capable of today 🙂

Random Five Friday pic

1) Packing. Moving. Sorting. Unpacking. Unmoving. Unsorting.  I discovered a pattern: there wasn’t one. I’d been pretty organized ahead of it all and my guys did the heaving lifting.  They did a great job grabbing boxes and putting them where they thought they should go.  Awesome!  That’s great till your first morning in your new house and you can find sweaters, socks and clothes for WINTER but can’t find lightweight dresses for SUMMER. GAH!  I made it work but at my first meeting I probably looked like I dressed in the dark.  Wonder if folks just think I have eclectic tastes?

Maybe not quite this vibrant but you get the idea; google.images. com

Maybe not quite this vibrant but you get the idea; google.images. com

2) Oldest boy is getting married in 2 weeks.  2 Weeks!!  2 minutes ago they got engaged.  For more … read this post I wrote to her.  With permission, it will be on display at the wedding! 🙂

Couple Love concept

Couple Love concept

3) It’s Canada Day today (!) and Independence Day Monday (!) – my 8th as a Citizen…. so much to celebrate!  Hubbs is going to enjoy some golf, I’m going to unpack and cook and enjoy some down time with him out on the patio.  You?

... a bit of patriotism on the farm ...

…the Canadian Flag at my brother’s farm …

4)  Working this morning then cleaning at the old house.  I’ll scrub carpets, wash down walls, and pretty up the bathrooms.  The house will go on the market next week – along with 3 others on our street!  Thankfully it’s located in a desirable neighborhood with great schools and we’re in prime time to sell.  Between you and me, I really hope a young family falls in love with it and I hope to God they get a dog.  That house misses having a dog race downstairs in a thunderstorm, sniff the perimeters and cozy up to the fire.  Our old dog Frankie can still be felt there and I like to think he’ll be part of the welcoming committee, especially once they spark up the grill!

our Frankie-bear

our Frankie-bear

5) 3 weeks has me flying home for a wedding & a visit with Mom.  Years ago I bought her this picture and she hung it in her bedroom. It now hangs in my new house. She’d like that.  I am looking forward to my nephew’s wedding and seeing everyone but mostly, I’m longing for time with her.

A Victorian Prayer

A Victorian Prayer

 

What are your plans this weekend? Have you ever shown up somewhere looking like you dressed in the dark?   What random thought comes to mind when you hear the word, “moving?”

* * Happy Canada Day!  Happy Independence Day!   * *

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On taking breaks and restoring vessels

Apparently I’ve taken a break from blogging.  I didn’t intend to but life has gotten in the way and before I knew it weeks had passed.

I’ve thought about you all and I’ve missed our interactions, but there’s so much going on that I struggle to get it all done much less articulate it.

Cleaning, sorting, gifting, going.  16 years in this house, and oh the stuff I’ve found stuffed in drawers and cupboards – oy!   3 – soon to be 4- trips to Goodwill, piles and piles of clothes, toys, and household items. But the treasures found have out-weighed the dust and the mess.  Baby shoes. Boxes of photos. Keepsakes from another time. My 4-H badges, Hubbs basketball pictures, our marriage license.  The love letters sent back and forth- be still my heart <3!

It is cathartic to rid ourselves of clutter.  It’s also hard work – I’ve averaged 6-7 miles per day in the house! Up the stairs, down the stairs, back up the stairs, out to the dumpster or to my car — my arms and legs and even my hands are weary.  When I lie down at night my body melts into the bed and the alarm screams for me way too soon.

But still with this, with all of this, my soul sings – why?  Letting things go – clearing out clutter – keeping what matters and jettisoning the rest ~Liberating!

I’ve missed you and I will return but I’m not sure when.   I miss the release I get from expressing my thoughts and connecting with all of you.  But I’ve also learned I cannot pour from an empty cup.

And on that note, at least I still have a cup, in fact I have many and that cupboard’s next!

will return whenever I want

 

How about you? Have you found yourself in a similar position? How did you handle it?

 

 

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Move it on Over, Easter dresses, and progress

Here we are at Friday again ~  I took the day off for a few appointments and more moving-related stuff.  But I had to take a break and fill you in on some randoms this week.  Ready? Here we go:

1 Daylight savings came down this week.    I slept, on average, 4 hours (4!) the first 3 nights.  Whomever thought DST was a good idea is not a nice person and I’d like to personally give him a swift kick in the shins.   Geez!

daylight-saving-spring-forward-recover-confession-ecards-someecards

2 Taking our grand-daughter dress shopping tomorrow since she needs a “flower girl” dress for the wedding this summer.  In her words, it needs to be “swirly, twirly and girly.”  Easter is upon us and there’s an abundance of pink, peach and mint confections hanging in the girl’s department.  When I see those dresses I think back to my Mary Jane shoes, white knee socks, cold legs, the smell of Lemon Pledge in our church pews and pie. I remember how we girls called them our “hard” shoes, and how your feet really didn’t move once they were inside.  And Easter could be early so there could still be ice in the yard; pretty Mary Jane shoes could cause a twirling girl to slip & slide if she wasn’t careful.  I’m betting grand-daughter MJ picks out the shiniest shoes in the store!

Mary Jane shoes: image superstarbabies.com

3 Sorting, packing. Packing, sorting.  Carloads to Goodwill, bags to the dumpster.   Not moving what I don’t love. Apparently … I don’t love much!  ❤ Except books. Books, music and photos. All are non-negotiable.  And I just ordered a new book. I know, I know.  Don’t tell Hubbs 🙂

i have to stop buying books

4 As I sort and pack, I listen to music, singing along and grooving to whatever comes up next on the Mp3 player.  This Hank Williams classic (written in 1947) played earlier today and I still laugh at the lyrics, especially the various “dog descriptions,”  example:

Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldn’t let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog ’cause the big dog’s moving in

She’s changed the lock on my front door
My door key don’t fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog ’cause the fat dog’s moving in

The dog house here is mighty small
But it’s better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog ’cause a new dog’s moving in

Here’s a sampling from a movie about him:

5  I hate the pic on the left but share it because this is where my Wheat Belly story began – today marks 74 days following a grain-free lifestyle.  13 lbs down & many inches lost, a size & 1/2 down in clothes, even my shoes are looser! Sleeping great, no aches, skin’s happier ~ just feeling good. No, wait, I feel great.  Vibrant! Alive! Awake!  Had many ups, a few downs (social outings are a challenge sometimes).  But it was THAT muffin faced picture that motivated me to change my life and I have.   I still have a way to go but cannot believe the difference in how I feel .. and look~!

An Emjayandthem(C) photo

An Emjayandthem(C) photo

 

How was your week?  Any randoms you care to share?  Did you survive Daylight Savings time?  What was your Easter outfit like as a child?  Do you remember Hank Williams songs playing in your kitchen, too?  What’s the last nice thing you did for yourself?

** Happy Friday!

 

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What stands between

Moving – it’s both exciting and an anxiety driver!

We don’t have a close date for our new house and haven’t yet listed this one but we’ve started the arduous process of sorting and packing  ~ because you have to start somewhere.  And in a 4 level 4 Br house with plenty of closet space guess what happens in 15 years?  You fill those closets and drawers.  And when you start to pack you find things that make you question why you saved what you did.

clutter Peter Walsh

Like our ideal rooms, Hubbs and my ideas of what stays and what goes can differ.  He casually commented on my many books – “not negotiable” is what he heard in reply.  He smiled in understanding and because he knows when not to push further.

There are things we can toss — he still had manuals to cars we no longer own. 5-year-old receipts.  Small appliances or other items  that don’t work.  Shoes that don’t fit. Clothing purchased by price point. All gone.

We found other items we can’t part with – handmade artwork featuring toothless little grins.  Baby clothes. Home videos. Pictures.

Then there are the gifts we’ve been given that were never used, supplies to gatherings we no longer host – serving trays and margarita glasses and party favors -all  in the Goodwill pile.  In fact, that pile is growing – and all of those useful items can bless someone else – silk plants, end tables, decorative vases, wall art, quilts, blankets, old printers, costume jewelry, throw pillows, Christmas stuff, clothes, shoes, purses and toys.  And more.

You see when you buy a new-to-you house part of the magic that transpires is picturing yourself living there.   You can dream out loud about colors and fabrics and textures and wish lists.  I want color – lots and lots of it – a lovely purpley-blue for my bedroom, a deep carmelly brown for the living room, bookshelves and reading chairs, and splashes of my favorite color – cobalt – peppered throughout. He likes clean lines and less stuff, the high ceilings and open spaces.  We agree on new appliances and cabinet pulls.  Because the test we’ve been applying is this one:

does it bring you joy

Packing is tiring and hard work. It’s emotional and exhausting.  But… it’s also liberating. Case in point: yesterday, down on my hands & knees with my face in books and CDs, I laughed at my “postponed decisions” (clutter) – and decided to gift someone else with my extensive Christmas music collection.  Why?  I have all the songs I love converted to Mp3s on my computer.  And if that crashes I’ll download more.  Whatever. Moving on.

We’ve got a long ways to go and a short time to get there … but we’ll tackle this as we always do: together. Laughing at what we find along the way and feeling good about what we let go.

~~ How about you? Got any moving tips?  What’s the one item you’ve taken from home to home?   What does your dream bedroom look like? ~~

 

 

 

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Just like that

Last weekend we drove through neighborhoods and saw some houses.  Having talked about down-sizing for months, we took the first step by scouting out areas and crossing some off our list.

Sunday, we toured one.

The story goes like this:  Realtor friend, best pals with Hubbs since 2nd grade, set up the showing.  We stood outside in the sunlight and talked through possibilities.

On our approach, we were greeted by a deep throated bark. A neighbor called out, “He’s {the owner} not here, and the old dog is inside, but he’s harmless.” So, with our friend, in we went. Stepping into the kitchen, our friend ahead of us, we heard this, “Well hello there, I thought you’d be in a cage or something.”  An ancient grey-faced Golden Retriever lay on the kitchen tile, squinting up at us, his tail thumping hopefully.  We melted. All three of us.  Speaking softly and moving slowly, we reassured him he had friends in us. He accepted a pet and went back to his nap. His age and physical limitations were obvious and my heart went out to him, the stress of dealing with all these strangers traipsing through his home.

The house is not new, it’s 80’s-centric, with lots of oak.

I love oak and so does Hubbs.

The kitchen faces east, and the morning sun streamed in across the tile, warming the fur of Golden boy. I smiled at his choice.

Looking up and down and all around we understood now the sheets on the furniture in the photos, and smiled at Golden boy who didn’t look capable of such a leap.  We saw hope in the gesture.

Walking through another person’s home is weird.  We found ourselves whispering.  I am not one to open closets and peek into shelves but when you’re considering a major purchase you have to push through that and stay objective.  I tried.

By now the men were in the basement, talking about foundations and egress windows and the age of the furnace.

I wandered through on my own, stopping to love on Golden boy, and taking in my thoughts.

Finding myself in the kitchen again I acknowledged what I hadn’t yet articulated: I could see myself living there.

I didn’t care that the stove was old or that the counters would need to be updated.

I could see myself standing that kitchen looking back over that long yard, mature trees swaying softly in the distance, sipping coffee and pondering.

I could picture the smallest bedroom as my reading nook & office with a bed for sissy when she visits.

I could see youngest boy and all his musical instruments and amps making a mess like he does here.

I could picture tousle-haired grand kids at the table eating breakfast and talking excitedly about our day. I could hear holiday gatherings.  I could feel home.

I think in life you either know or you don’t and sometimes the quickest path to finding what you want is to cross off what you don’t.

We made an offer, they countered, and we accepted.

Inspections are underway but .. it looks like we have (another) house!

I will miss this one, but I’m happy our big oak table will fit right in at the new/old house.

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“Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling”
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie

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How about you? Do you instantly know – one way or another – your position on things?

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For sure

Fifteen years ago a little dream started… a dream of living in four seasons again, being close to family and having a dog.

Fourteen years ago me & the Hubbs endured 28 realtor showings in 30 days, sold our house, (tried to) quit our jobs, packed up the boys and moved cross-country to come “home” to Michigan.

our former home in Katy, Texas (an Emjayandthem (C) photo)

our former home in Katy, Texas (an Emjayandthem (C) photo)

I loved that house, and we cried as we drove away, not for the place, but because we brought our baby home and created our family in that little brick house built just for us.

For the rest of the story, read When you know for sure.

When’s the last time you knew something for sure?

2000: One starting High School and the other starting grade one.

2000: One in High School and the other in grade one.. in Michigan.  An Emjayandthem (C) photo

 

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On balance

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” – Albert Einstein.

image from pinterest.com

Where’s your path headed today?

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