24 08 08 - 01:49
One More Box
We managed to get through one more box today, though it was a bit messy. It was the second bathroom box, and it held all the things that I couldn't decide what to do with when I packed the bathroom. Eventually I ran out of time and shoved it all in a small box. That box has been sitting on the bathroom counter for over a month, and since my hubby and I are trying to clear one more box a day until everything is unpacked, today was its day.
We worked on it together for a while. Some bits were easy, like the lipsticks and the nail polish bottles, we have a drawer where such things go. The spare bottles of sunscreen went under the counter where they can be easily reached. The hair clips went in beside the hair brushes. The sling I wore when I broke my elbow a few years ago went in a drawer with the other bandages. The Halloween makeup was harder, I put it all in a little bag, but I don't yet have a place for such rarely ... (more)
14 08 08 - 01:39
On Vacation
We had a good week in Pennsylvania. I've been going to that medieval fair just north of Pittsburgh for twenty-four years. I used to go there and race around and try to meet people, to see and be seen, to try never to miss a thing on the schedule. Now, I go to sit around and visit old friends, to shop for a short list of things I can't find anywhere else, and perhaps ultimately because every year, I learn something cool. This year my eldest daughter bought a kit to make a four stranded Norse cord, which involves suspending four pieces of yarn on light weights (we used four plastic water bottles, with the ends of the strings stuffed inside). Two people face each other, and toss the cornerwise bottles to their partner, alternating. My eldest tried it first, and did very well, but I had the most fun watching my hubby and my six year old son trying to catch the bottles, and laughing every time they missed. ... (more)
01 08 08 - 03:07
An Emotional Business
Buying a house is emotional business. I hadn't realized how deep the emotions went until I did it. I thought that it was simply stress that came from spending more money than I ever had in my entire life, and having to make a lot of decisions about that money in a really short time. But I've discovered that was really only a part of it.
I have always known that moving was emotional, because it brings me face to face with all the things I'm managing to ignore the rest of the time, like the dust bunnies behind the bookcases, or the stuff I should really throw away but can't bear to part with, or the assorted bits of housework that I'm leaving be so I can get just one more hour of sewing on this project or that. When I move, I come face to face with my anger because I'm domestically challenged, because I live in a society that judges women by the cleanliness of their homes, because my muscles balk at moving a ... (more)
