March has flown by. It's been miserable.
We moved. Still had to leave a ton of stuff behind, to be brought later. Simply ran out of room in the truck and trailer.
Bought a new washer and dryer, a new fridge. A tiller, weed whacker, stuff for our garden. New bed for Cara. New towels and bathroom rugs for all the bathrooms. Spent a ton of money. No one can say we didn't stimulate the economy this month.
We have a half dozen illegal chickens in the downstairs bathtub, growing up under hot lights. Ireland and Wales love them, take every opportunity to go play with them. They grow up so fast! They're Black Australorps and Americaunas, 3 and 3. When the weather warms up a bit, I'll let the boys take them out back to play in the sunshine. They're more pets than anything, but if they do survive to lay eggs (and we don't get busted for them), they should start laying eggs in July.
I've been very sick, coughing so hard that I hurt my back, then my pain made my insomnia miserable. Went to the doctor on Monday, got some good codiene based cough syrup. I haven't been coughing, but I have been sleeping a lot. It's wonderful.
Wales has a sinus/nasal infection, for which he's on antibiotics.
I have my second OB appointment with the local doc tomorrow. We're looking at an induction date around the 28th of April, given my history of huge babies and shoulder dystocia. I'm definitely ready to get this baby out. Hugely pregnant, tired, and hurting. Yes, definitely will be better to have him out than in.
We still haven't decided on a name. We have a middle name, a saint's name and family name, but no first name.
Poor kid.
Anyway. Surviving. Thats about all I can do.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
... What you need
Moving, for the first time, has given me perspective.
It's not a frantic race, this time, since we've packed so much ahead of time. We've whittled our possessions down to the bare minimum, stuffed every nonessential item into a box and taped it up, and the shelves and dressers and drawers are all bare.
What a relief . . . what a wonderful thing.
The absence of clutter is so peaceful. Nothing for Mia to shove into closets or drawers. No toys mounded in corners. No knick-knacks being moved into odd places. Just bare shelves and quiet.
We can really live with so little. We have our in-season clothes that we're still wearing. The medicines and makeups and lotions that we use and keep handy for emergencies. The food we're eating. Minimal dishes. Half a dozen books. A small box of toys for Wales. The computers are all still hooked up. The television, but only one game console. A dozen dvds and games. That's about it.
And no one really misses anything that's packed. Which makes me wonder why we are bothering to drag it all halfway across the country.
Yes, I love my books and my Pfaltzgraff dishes and the knick-knacks I've collected over the years. But I don't NEED any of them. I could walk away tomorrow and still be whole, still be me. I'd just be free of the clutter.
I'm thinking that we might not unpack everything right away when we get home. I can't imagine re-cluttering the house. There are things I want to buy, yes. BIG pictures for the walls, real art prints in vibrant colors. But those aren't clutter, really, they just hang on the walls. A rug for the floor. A new chair. Big things, objects in and of themselves, not more things to pile on a shelf or cram into a cabinet.
Sleek, spartan, and spare. That's my new motto for home decoration. But colorful. And comfortable. And . . . still mine. Still with some of the things I've collected. Just . . . not so much. And not all at once. A bookshelf doesn't have to be crammed tight with books, after all. It can have empty spaces, here and there.
.
.
It's not a frantic race, this time, since we've packed so much ahead of time. We've whittled our possessions down to the bare minimum, stuffed every nonessential item into a box and taped it up, and the shelves and dressers and drawers are all bare.
What a relief . . . what a wonderful thing.
The absence of clutter is so peaceful. Nothing for Mia to shove into closets or drawers. No toys mounded in corners. No knick-knacks being moved into odd places. Just bare shelves and quiet.
We can really live with so little. We have our in-season clothes that we're still wearing. The medicines and makeups and lotions that we use and keep handy for emergencies. The food we're eating. Minimal dishes. Half a dozen books. A small box of toys for Wales. The computers are all still hooked up. The television, but only one game console. A dozen dvds and games. That's about it.
And no one really misses anything that's packed. Which makes me wonder why we are bothering to drag it all halfway across the country.
Yes, I love my books and my Pfaltzgraff dishes and the knick-knacks I've collected over the years. But I don't NEED any of them. I could walk away tomorrow and still be whole, still be me. I'd just be free of the clutter.
I'm thinking that we might not unpack everything right away when we get home. I can't imagine re-cluttering the house. There are things I want to buy, yes. BIG pictures for the walls, real art prints in vibrant colors. But those aren't clutter, really, they just hang on the walls. A rug for the floor. A new chair. Big things, objects in and of themselves, not more things to pile on a shelf or cram into a cabinet.
Sleek, spartan, and spare. That's my new motto for home decoration. But colorful. And comfortable. And . . . still mine. Still with some of the things I've collected. Just . . . not so much. And not all at once. A bookshelf doesn't have to be crammed tight with books, after all. It can have empty spaces, here and there.
.
.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
