Moving

It was such a simple thing…

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We just bought our first home. Being a Navy family for roughly 25 years we always rented or lived in base housing, once my husband retired we found a nice rental and had just stayed there until the owner decided to move back in himself. Being lifelong renters or living in base housing relegates you to a life of “renter’s beige” walls, never being able to paint things the way you want them, only being able to personalize through furniture, curtains and limited wall hangings – although with the invention of Command hooks that has become easier.

So we bought a log cabin – not something you will go hog wild with color inside either. The other day as we were staining the raw wood of the interior of our cabin, and I have gotten sick of painting the raw wood of the window frames white, repainting the garish dark brown doors a light grey to either be a base coat or their color, and painting two dressers that are going into our closet the ever slightest green tinted white – I went to our local Ace Hardware for paint for the inside of the front door.  The artist in me was craving color, not only to work with, but to look at as well. That’s when I found “the blue”, Mykonos Reflection.

This was a blue you can fall into it’s so deep and rich. I had to have it and I had to paint my front door this color. I came home with this paint and about halfway through the first coat, (it took two) tears started rolling down my cheeks. Tears that I think only someone who has been denied the opportunity to pick and choose the colors you want surrounding you could understand. The tears of a 54 year old, who for the first time in her life, could go to the paint store and say – “I want to paint the inside of my front door Mykonos Reflection” and actually do it, not say that and think one day I’ll be able to do that.

I have other ideas and some plans for what I want done in some other areas, and trust me, more color is coming – but for that one moment it was the utmost joy to pick a color – any color – and just paint in my own home.

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How to turn your excitement into drudgery

So, we started the process of buying our awesome log cabin back the first of July and the original closing date was July 31… that didn’t happen. I know everyone says closing on a new home is stressful and they have stories, but this has just been more than the usual I feel.

We are now on our fourth date to close. Allegedly we are closing tomorrow, Aug 28 – I say allegedly because at the moment I don’t have a time to show up and sign papers, only a date. And until I am sitting at the table with my husband signing papers I don’t trust it. (see the first sentence of this paragraph that this is our fourth closing date…)

The septic system was tested roughly the second week of July, realtor went out of the country on vacation and had someone else in the office supposedly handling her business in case anything came up. Realtor gets back in country on Wed, Thurs she reads the report from the test (and I have my suspicions that it was there prior to her leaving actually) to find out the septic system failed. We were to close that following  Tues.

Finally get a perc test done, we pass, and a new septic system is going to be put in, but first 3 trees have to be taken down. Nothing for 11 days. When questioned the realtor then says – I had no idea on the trees to know I had to schedule someone to remove trees before work could start on the septic system. So, she basically checked out for almost 2 weeks and we were at a standstill. Finally the trees get taken down. Now the contractor for the septic system is fighting wet areas and putting a mound system in at another location and has to finish that before working on our higher/drier location. When questioned he says, well I can drive by to see if it’s dry enough to work the location and possibly put it in while I’m waiting for the other location to dry some. Pardon me but – Duh!

So now we get the new septic system in, with the distribution box now sitting about 5-6′ into what was our driveway with an access pipe sticking about 6″ above grade in the middle of the driveway and the distribution box then spans out to the drain field the other side of the driveway in the area that used to be where we were to park our vehicles – oh, and there was no driveway to speak of. Well, my husband says that’s not correct because we have the two top sections where you come in and leave, it’s just all that in between stuff that’s gone.

Realtor gets another contractor out there to work the driveway when my husband contacts her to say, I really need a driveway. Contractor goes out there. Starts to work, gets pissed at what work the septic contractor left behind and stopped. Driveway contractor called the realtor to say he can’t work with what was left behind and the septic guy has got to fix things. Now the realtor knows my husband wasn’t being a pain for asking for a driveway… So sometime today (no time on this yet either) my husband, the realtor, the septic contractor, and the driveway contractor are all supposed to meet out at the cabin to figure out what the heck will be done to give us a basic circular driveway. At this point we don’t care about parking, we’ll figure that out after we’ve been in the cabin for a bit and have lived with it and know what we want then, but right now just give us a driveway that we can use, okay???!!!

Supposedly this is not to hold up closing tomorrow. All parties have agreed that the work will happen/continue even after the sale of the cabin. sigh But this is the kind of crap that has just been constant and non-stop since we began this whole process of buying the cabin. I knew there would be hiccups, but this seems to be extreme!

Part of the stress also comes from the fact we need to get in there and stain the inside logs before my husband heads out of country for several weeks now days after closing.(since maintenance on the logs/chinking/etc. fell to the wayside as the owner got older and she couldn’t keep up with it) With the original closing date we had a month to accomplish work and get furniture in there before he left. Now, we can get staining done, but then I’m stuck doing little stuff here and there and waiting for him to return to finish the move. I have plenty of family and friends who have offered to help with the move, but I really don’t feel like doing this by myself. I did enough of that type of thing while he was active duty Navy and I’m not wanting to let him off the hook this time. He needs to “share in the joy” with this as well. LOL It’s his home too.

sigh

So, what should be a joyous, happy time has just turned into a chore to just get done and checked off a list. I feel cheated.

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35

Amazing how small that number looks, 35. And yet when you look back on 35 years of marriage it is huge. It encompasses so much, how do you begin to explain it all?

How do you explain the changes your relationship goes through over those years. The deepening of your love, the deepening of your bond, your connection with one another. We talk in a sort of short hand, half sentences, sometimes not even that. I’ve been known to look at him and go, “ummm” – and he started saying “yeah, I thought…” and was right on the money for what I was thinking!

We’ve had our  “BK” phase or before kids phase, kids phase, now on to grand kid. The active Navy phase, to Reserves and back to Active to finish almost 25 years total before going to his second career. He’s almost halfway through the second career now! Kids out of the house phase, kids back home phase (different times), kids back out for good phase, 😊 looking towards permanent retirement phase, “Life is Good”/hitting our stride phase…

Being there for me when I was down, celebrating with me for good things, supporting me through the stresses of a Board position for several years, being my “crew chief” and making sure everything was good to go for me with my competitive shooting, putting up with my art explosions all over the house, supporting me when I spent countless hours supporting other military families instead of being with our own family… How do you thank someone for that and tell them how much you love them for that?

He knows my worst fears, my worst secrets, my worst faults, and yet he still loves me and is still here after 35 years, well actually we’ve known one another for 45 years. So that makes it even more wonderful and amazing. 

Maybe Paul McCartney said it best – Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me sing my song, Right me when I’m wrong, Maybe I’m amazed at the way I really need you.

Still love you, still need you, still enjoy everything about our lives together, love you Babe, Always…

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We Did Not Ask For This Room

We did not ask for this room,
or this music;
we were invited in.
Therefore,
because the dark surrounds us,
let us turn our faces toward the light.
Let us endure hardship
to be grateful for plenty.
We have been given pain
to be astounded by joy.
We have been given life
to deny death.
We did not ask for this room,
or this music.
But because we are here,
let us dance.

This poem was read at the end of the mini-series, 11.22.63, but is not in the book written by Stephen King. He wrote it for the screenplay. What more can be said to explain life?

We’ve each been given our lives and they are what we make of it – good, bad, just existing… We have the power to choose, we have the power to overcome obstacles or surrender to them, we have the power to surrender and be the victim or fight back, we are the master of our own fate. We may choose to help those around us to find their potential or leave them to flounder – give a man a fish, he eats for a day; teach a man to fish he eats for life.

It is not a magic light switch that changes in a moment it takes time but choose to be happy, look for the good, and keep doing this daily. You’ll find one day you’ll wake up and you are truly happy, things seem to fall into place for you, things seem to be better, run smoother and life is just easier when you choose to be happy.

Let’s dance…

 

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How quickly it adds up!

As I’ve mentioned we were a military family, and as such we moved around. Part of that was you had to “make weight” for your moves. Each pay grade is allowed a certain weight for your household goods when moving, if you go over that you pay out of pocket for that “tonnage”. (Or at least that is how it worked when we were moving)

So that forced you to keep things streamlined while moving with the military. You always made sure you kept it below your weight allowance. It forced you to be brutal at times and not hold onto that stupid tiki drink umbrella from whatever party you went to before so-and-so got transferred to their new duty station that you had held onto to remember that night and what fun everyone had.

And then my husband retired and we not only have stayed in this house for almost 11 years now, but it is the largest house we have ever live in! So you can imagine how things just amassed and grew over the years. Now I’m paying the price for that! LOL

I’ve made quit a few trips to the Thrift Store already dropping things, the kids have gotten things, some stuff has had to go to the dump. (That pack-n-play for the grand baby that sat in the basement storage area for 5 years now then when you open it and it’s moldy – yeah, not passing that on to anybody! It goes to the dump!)

I’m getting to a point with my packing where I need to possibly clear a room and then start “loading it” like it’s a storage unit or something. Start getting boxes out of other rooms so I can function and pack in them better, clean them somewhat, and just go through things easier than working around boxes, packing material, things pulled out to go through them…

I’ve never hated moving until now. I need to remember this at our new home and not allow things to grow like this again. Might have to take on the tactic some folks use with something in, something out…

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Challenge Day on Tour de Fleece…

So yesterday was to be a Challenge Day on Tour de Fleece (TdF) since it was also a Challenge on the Tour de France with them climbing mountains. Chain plying, or Navajo plying, has always scared me because it looked so involved and trying to control the yarn while you “chain” it, keep spinning, and so on – well, lets just say I think I know how Bambi felt in that scene where he went spinning across the ice with all four legs sprawled out!

Add to the confusion I’m a lefty so I don’t “see” things and comprehend them the same way sometimes. There are times they get turned around backwards and it may come out great, just backwards; and sometimes it just comes out jumbled! Semi-dyslexic lefty hazard. LOL

I persevered and for my first chain ply I don’t think it came out too bad. There is definitely room for improvement, but there always is, that’s life.

Now I have to get back to work and make a run to the thrift store to drop some things, pack more stuff for the move. I think a local move from house to house is more of a pain than moving long distance! And trust me, after moving around with the military for almost 25 years I’ve made my share of moves!!!

I’ll still get my “play time” each evening during the TdF to spin some each day but I do need to get things packed and ready to move into the new house.

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Tour de Fleece!

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It’s that time of year!!! Yes, I know the Tour de France is going on, but many avid spinners on Ravelry do our own bit of spinning and hold the “Tour de Fleece” at the same time.  This is my hmmmm, 3 or 4th time spinning along.  It’s a lot of fun, you see some gorgeous spinning done by others, lots of comradery, and just plane old fun.

I haven’t been able to spin as much as I would like to as I had joined in before we started the process of buying a house. So all those hours I saw ahead of me to be spent spinning away challenging myself are now slipping away going through things to send to the thrift store, pack, give away, whatever… sigh But I’m still putting in time at my beloved Kromski Minstrel wheel.

Some fiber-y progress so far –