I was going to chronicle my experiences moving and I’d best get at it; chronicling AND moving!
I moved up here away from all family and friends. No big, right? Well, over these five years, friends and relatives have sent photographs and I had them plastered all over my kitchen, mostly on my refrigerator. Each time I’d go into the kitchen, or get something out of the freezer, or put foodstuff into the refrigerator, I would see and think about those I love … School photos of my grandkiddies, Shelby walking her mare Savannah, Nathan’s first pre-school photo with a boo-boo on his little forehead, 86-yr old Aunt Helen standing in front of her brand new Mustang (she’s since sold that and bought a brand new Pontiac Firebird,) Terry playing with Sam with a measuring tape, the Whimmen all smiling and posh, Ann BF and her horde at Christmas, a clever note from Katrin, Paul and Rebecca in all their finery, Mel at Buchart Gardens, Joanie, Dale and Chrissy in Santa hats, Alexxis in her Little League uniform, Owen huggin' Kimmimossa, his squeeze and mom of Nathan and Sierra, Anneke and Chuck at Burningman. While talking on the phone, I would look at my rogues’ gallery. It was a comfort. They kept me company. They made me smile.
Yesterday I removed my tribe from the refrigerator. And, to my surprise, I mourn their loss. Isn’t this peculiar? I can’t see their smiles, I can’t see their eyes. Nothing has changed. They are all right where they’re supposed to be. But, I’m now alone.
I’m adjusting. Change is adjustment, isn’t it. I’m fine with this, but I was surprised at that initial reaction to the loss of the faces I know and love.
♥
I need to establish a rhythm to my moving preparations. Everything is chaos and a mess as I decide what to keep, what to toss, what to pack long term, what to set aside for immediate use. YIKES! And RIGHT NOW is my busiest real estate time of the year … now is when I attempt to gather as many nuts as I can for the winter--and real estate is still a bit dicey! YIKES!
And last but not least, Suki refuses to lift a dainty paw to help! She just wants to be cuddled, fed, go for walks, and play, and sleep.
I moved up here away from all family and friends. No big, right? Well, over these five years, friends and relatives have sent photographs and I had them plastered all over my kitchen, mostly on my refrigerator. Each time I’d go into the kitchen, or get something out of the freezer, or put foodstuff into the refrigerator, I would see and think about those I love … School photos of my grandkiddies, Shelby walking her mare Savannah, Nathan’s first pre-school photo with a boo-boo on his little forehead, 86-yr old Aunt Helen standing in front of her brand new Mustang (she’s since sold that and bought a brand new Pontiac Firebird,) Terry playing with Sam with a measuring tape, the Whimmen all smiling and posh, Ann BF and her horde at Christmas, a clever note from Katrin, Paul and Rebecca in all their finery, Mel at Buchart Gardens, Joanie, Dale and Chrissy in Santa hats, Alexxis in her Little League uniform, Owen huggin' Kimmimossa, his squeeze and mom of Nathan and Sierra, Anneke and Chuck at Burningman. While talking on the phone, I would look at my rogues’ gallery. It was a comfort. They kept me company. They made me smile.
Yesterday I removed my tribe from the refrigerator. And, to my surprise, I mourn their loss. Isn’t this peculiar? I can’t see their smiles, I can’t see their eyes. Nothing has changed. They are all right where they’re supposed to be. But, I’m now alone.
I’m adjusting. Change is adjustment, isn’t it. I’m fine with this, but I was surprised at that initial reaction to the loss of the faces I know and love.
♥
I need to establish a rhythm to my moving preparations. Everything is chaos and a mess as I decide what to keep, what to toss, what to pack long term, what to set aside for immediate use. YIKES! And RIGHT NOW is my busiest real estate time of the year … now is when I attempt to gather as many nuts as I can for the winter--and real estate is still a bit dicey! YIKES!
And last but not least, Suki refuses to lift a dainty paw to help! She just wants to be cuddled, fed, go for walks, and play, and sleep.
Hmmm, I could go for some of that, too! Woof!
1 comment:
Sounds like it's tattoo time. I never understood why guys have their kids' faces tattooed on their arms. now we know! You could put your grandkids on your toes! And you are always on your toes!
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