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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…

life

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…

 

downsizing · Moving

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…

Art · downsizing

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.

Art

Tour de Fleece!

TdFshirt

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 –

 

 

downsizing · Moving

Something’s Happening Here…


It has been quite the whirlwind here! In a matter of days, and I mean that, as in like 3 – we drove past this beauty, called the Realtor to get a look inside, put in an offer (there had already been an offer put in by someone else the same day we put ours in), got a verbal acceptance, had the inspection and are now waiting for the VA Appraisal! Yes, my head is spinning!!!! 

I really fell in love with this place! We’ll be doing work on it slowly over the next couple of years to bring it out of the 80s and make it so we don’t feel like we’re living in an episode of Ponderosa or The Rifleman! 😊 But we’ll get it there eventually. It’s secluded, quiet, shaded, a very large lot for the area, and just hit all the ticket items we had. We found the unicorn. 

It is a log cabin so first thing off the bat is we have to go in and chink or seal all the spots where there are cracks or gaps inside and out. Then to mitigate the overwhelming, in your face wood we’re white washing/staining the walls to brighten and lighten it up in there. I know, gasp, we’re painting the wood! Do a Google search for white washed log cabin interiors and tell me that doesn’t look nice?! Thinking of actually going a soft very light tint/hint of grey or blue to the color and not stark white. We want to get that done before we start moving furniture in there. We will eventually pull up the carpet and put down flooring so we’ll cover the carpet but if we get paint on it, no big deal, it’s coming out. This will be a large focus of my creativity for the coming months I’m sure. 

So now I’m waiting, not so patiently, to get that Appraisal done so we can keep moving forward. I have to slam into fast forward with my packing and purging here at this house. And hopefully it all comes together at the right time!

downsizing · Moving

Hello, Is there anybody in there…

Just smile if you can hear me… Ahhhh comfortably numb. (Yeah, you’ll notice a lot of song lyrics/references and movies quotes in my posts! 😄)

Finally back home from Florida. Crashed last night after a long stressful week. What do I do tonight??? I wake up at about 2 am and can’t get back to sleep. It’s now 4:18 am and I’m wondering if I will get any more sleep tonight or if I’m doomed to be a zombie tomorrow. Or technically today.

Caught up on some things yesterday like laundry, mopping, things that kinda fell to the side while I was gone. 😊 Still have a little more to catch up on but I’m still exhausted from lack of sleep down in Florida which surprises me that I can’t sleep right now. Figured I’d crash again tonight. Oh well…

This weekend we’ll probably be looking at a few homes, just drive bys to see if we even want to bother with going inside. Looking for curb appeal, parking situation for both vehicles and the RV, and a safe yard for the pups. Check those boxes and we can progress to the inside.

I’m still working on packing up the house. I’ll be catching up on color coding the boxes here in the coming weeks. I have red for boxes that are fragile, then I need to pick up colors for the studio, bedroom, kitchen, storage, etc. Then I can put a strip on opposing corners of the box and we’ll know by sight easily where they go on moving day.

Time seems to be speeding up on me. I have Tour de Fleece coming up July 7-29! I will have to slow down, take time to spin during that time frame and enjoy the “Zen time”. Otherwise things will be on fast forward though. And I will probably be comfortably numb…