A Wedding and Other Life Events

One week ago today this happened!


I will have to post more photos later because my photographer (also known as my son) has not finished editing them.  Everything went as planned except for the 95 degree weather that kept us under the pavilion most of the time.  It was relaxed and stress free with some quality family time that we don’t get all that often.

Now the wedding and the move is behind us. This coming week we will be on our annual mission trip with Appalachia Service Project.  I will try to at least post some photos from there but if you don’t hear from me then we did not have cell service. 

After ASP we are looking forward to life settling into some sort of normal. I am itching to get back in my studio and make things. It is summer so here the garden will be taking up some time unless the rabbits and lack of rain finish it off early while we are gone. Here is some of the summer beauty happening  at the moment.


You get short and sweet today.  We have had a week filled with paperwork and now packing. If I don’t get back here next week, I hope you have a wonderful couple of weeks.  

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Moving. The good, the bad and the ugly.

I am in the final stages of my third move in four years.  I refer to it as The Gypsy Years.  Moving is hard on me.  As a person who starts to take root in a place if she stands still for too long, the constant uprooting is mentally, physically and emotionally wearing.  This one is a big emotional move.  I have lived in the same town for almost twenty years and am now heading out of town into the country.  It is not as bad as when I sold my home of fifteen years, but close.

So, I am trying to stay positive as once again I sort through my stuff and put it all into boxes.  Depending on the day, I could be excited, depressed, frustrated, snippy or a complete basket case.  D. has had his patience tried a few times with my whining.

The ugly part of moving to me is:

1- Canceling / transferring utilities and mail.  There seems to be a huge margin of error involved here.  I have spent up to six months trying to find my mail and have had to make frantic calls to certain utility companies that did not get the change info correct.  Nothing like not having water or electricity when you need it!

2 – Finding homes for all the stuff.  This move is especially bad.  We are trying to cram 10 pounds of poop in a 5 pound bag.  One of my recent homes was 1300 square feet.  For some reason I was able to live very comfortably in that space with both my kids.  This time D. and I are having an awful time trying to meld our 30+ years of household stuff into roughly the same amount of space. It will just be the two of us 90% of the time!

3 – The decisions.  All this sorting, packing, storing requires enormous amounts of decision making.  It wears a brain out.  How many glasses do we need?  Whose glasses do we keep?  What do we do with the glasses that we don’t need?  Which kid could use more glasses?  Where should we donate the glasses?  When do we take the glasses to Goodwill?  Multiply this a few thousands times and you have a couple of frazzled, brain fried people you do not want to spend time with!

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The good part of moving:

  1. Letting go of what you don’t need anymore.  This process can be physical and/or emotional.  I had the very freeing experience this week of actually lighting a fire in the fire pit and methodically burning two large boxes of legal and financial records that had very bad memories attached to them.  That was a great way to start a new phase in life.

2.  Finding lost things.  Every move I find something that I thought was lost forever.  Usually it is a sentimental item that got packed up in a weird place.  I love those little surprises.

3. Shaking things up.  A move brings new routines, new furniture arrangements, new places to explore and new people to meet.  These are the things that I enjoy about a move.  I get to look at my old possessions in a new light as I find a new place for them and I have already discovered a lovely new garden nursery and met the owners.  There is a growing list of places I intend to go draw and paint and a coffee shop and a fabric store that is calling my name.  I also love to take a road I’ve never been on and see where it goes. I have plenty to choose from this time and all with beautiful views of mountains and forest.

Next week is shaping up to be the pinnacle of all things happening at once.  My Dad is bringing my bees (will post about my beekeeping escapades soon), hay is being cut and will have to be put in the barn (not my favorite farm chore) and all my big furniture has to be moved.  Keep in mind, we still have to work.  There is a high probability there will not be a post next week.  I’m sure there will be good stories to tell the following week though!

Until next time, have a wonderful week!

 

 

Photo by Dominik Lange

Patience required

Life seems to require an ongoing, endless supply of patience.  I’m sure there is something right now that you are having to wait on.  You would think that as the decades fall behind you that patience would get easier.  Maybe it does to a small degree, but overall it seems to be just as difficult at every stage of life.

There are huge “patience required” problems such as waiting for medical test results, medium level problems along the lines of trying to sell a house and the average low level patience trials of traffic, slow service, etc.  Often all of them are happening at the same time!  Why is it surprising that we are all walking around stressed?

First apartment, here she comes!

Today I have a list of low level stressors that are just aggravating the heck out of me.

  • A pile of boxes waiting to go to a recycling event tomorrow, but I still have to wrangle more out of the storage today.
  •  Another pile of boxes that are part of the “slow move” that I keep tripping over.
  •  The one room that still is not finished with the tiling. I have soooo much more to do and this one is taking forever.
  •  Several client jobs that are on hold until decisions are made or meetings rescheduled.
  •  A landscaping project that is on hold until a large water trough can be moved.
  •  Flowers and herbs that need to be planted, but we have a cold snap at the moment so it’s too cold to plant.

There are a few more, but I will not bore you with all of them. Then I remind myself that there have been many times where my patience was required for the HUGE level items.  Yes, I have waited for the medical results.  I have waited for payments from clients while wondering how the bills were going to be paid.  I have waited to hear from kids who were driving alone at night for the first time. Why, after all of these big ticket issues do I continue to let tiny day to day things try my patience?  I should be in Zen mode most of the time!

Bad Bob

Last week I did discover a new method for relaxing that surprised me.  I took a break from tiling floors and wandered out to the barn where D. was doing some work.  As always Big Bad Bob was there offering his equine help.  He was a muddy mess so I got the grooming bucket and intended to just clean him up a bit.  An hour later we had three spiffed up horses and I was the calmest and most relaxed I had been in months!  I don’t know if it was the concentration required (you don’t want to brush a big horse in the wrong direction) or the big, warm creatures who let you know when they appreciate a good scratching or exactly what the combination was, but it worked wonders on me as well as the horses.  I think Bob, KC and Christy will be looking better on a more regular basis from now on.

Well, it’s time for me to head out and face more tiling adventures.  I hope you all have a wonderful week.  Don’t let the little stuff get you down and if it does, find a horse that needs detailing.

Overwhelmed

I’m itching to finish the drawing I’m working on, but I am surrounded by piles and piles of boxes and can’t think!  Both kids are moving out this week, but for a few more days I am drowning in BOXES!

First apartment, here she comes!
First apartment, here she comes!

This is just a small part of what has taken over my home.  There are boxes all down the hall, in the living room, EVERYWHERE.  Tomorrow the majority will be gone when we move my daughter into her first apartment.  By the end of the week it will all be gone and it will be just me and the dog.  I’m not sure how either of us will handle all the peace, quiet and open spaces!

 

 

Here is a little detail of what I’m working on and ready to finish.  It’s soooo close to being done.

Gwen's Lilies
Gwen’s Lilies

Next week there will be a MAJOR CLEANING so my brain can focus again.