Tiger and Lily have caught their first bird and showed their deep love for me by depositing it in my bedroom.. I should have been tipped off by the growling under my bed. My dead bird solution is put a bowl over it until my husband gets home.
Tiger has given up and is sleeping. The bird awaits my husband.
An area rug has been purchased and returned and another one bought that works.
This is the rug that worked.
The sage green walls depress us. They deaden colors. Gorgeous paintings look muddy. We need new paint. Soon. Happy colors.
The day after the big wind and night of the big rain, there was a dead frog in our scummy pond. Can frogs drown? I thought about taking a photo of it but didn’t. It was so sad and dead looking.
A landscaper came by to check out the waterfall and pond that overflows. That’s only going to take about $2,000 to repair. Gulp. Has to be done. He promised to save the remaining frogs. By coincidence, I called the place that originally put the water feature in.
I used my oven for the first time. It’s a convection oven – I had no idea! I got the most evenly-baked cornbread ever. It has some sort of mechanism that guarantees nothing burns – even if you have cookies on three racks. That’s good because a family specialty is burning bread.
We are less tired every day but we still have a lot to move. My studio is still torn between two houses.
Kind of a mess, isn’t it?
My husband had time to help my father with something finally. Last week, on Thursday, when William and I were at my parents, my dad said his shower had no hot water. When I was there yesterday, he complained about having to take spit baths because of the situation. Mark went over today, and miracle worker that he is, he fixed it. Dad was turning the faucet the wrong way. That is scary. Luckily, no one had to say the P word (plumber).
We hung my bedroom curtain – the special one I invented to be totally light-blocking on a sliding glass door. My daughter made it for me – but we have tall doors in this house.
Haha. I bought more fabric and Jen will add on to the bottom.
As I put things away, I want more and more just to throw them away. I’ve realized that I don’t need to display every single photo I’ve ever put in a frame. I don’t have to keep every single special rock in my curio cabinet. You know – those rocks you pick up because they will always remind you of…insert any random event here because who can remember where any of them came from?
But – the rooms are shaping up. Some of them. Here’s the outside bedroom, to be used by grandchildren until we get decrepit enough to need live-in help.
They have their sofa bed, a television, and the bookcases with toys. Some of the grands have developed a decorating scheme for the room which we haven’t seen yet. But they did affix a sign to the door saying “no ducks were harmed in the making of this room.”
Living room looking as good as it’s going to get.
Dining room looks good. Of course, we’ll probably never eat in it. Woofie is in the bottom right corner. And my purse is on the table. New house dilemma: I don’t have a place where I am used to keeping my purse yet. Consequently, today when I was zooming to meet Mark at World Market to buy the rug that didn’t work, I couldn’t find my purse. I went by the old house. Not there. Thought I might have left it after showing the house yesterday. So I drove to World Market rehearsing what I would say when the policeman stopped me and I had no identification. Asked at a few stores: Did anyone leave a purse here yesterday? Came home and found it.
On a serious note, I do feel a bit strange. We moved so we would be well situated when we are old. It’s odd to look around and think, wow, if all goes well, I’ll live in this house for 30+ years and never move again. It kind of makes me want to sit in front of the television.
Then I wonder why I have this big pile of possessions that my kids will have to deal with, and will they think the same thing I thought when we closed out my mother-in-laws home? Is this what a life comes down to? A pile of stuff no one wants? It’s unnerving.
I need to get back in the studio. Maybe next week.
Now I need to get back in the kitchen and make dinner – it’ll be a repeat of last night. Leek and potato soup, salad, and some sort of bread. Gotta use those veggies!
Tags: moving, new houses
Wow. This is an awesome post. There’s so much to think about.
I love your strategy for dealing with the bird. I would have done the same thing!
And I love the new rug! It’s gorgeous!
I hardly remember our last move 15 years ago, but I do remember I was more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my whole life. Hang in there! Take it one day at a time.
Before I started scrolling down, I thought the top picture was your closet, and I was about to call my husband over to show him what YOU had, and tell him I want that too! (I still want it)
The whole house and yard looks like such a beautiful place!