Insomnia.
Nearly 3 months ago, we moved 700 miles away from our large, comfortable suburban home on 1/3 acre down South to the medium sized Midwestern farm house with one tiny bathroom on two hundred-ish acres. We live 60 miles from the city, 25 miles or so from the nearest Wal-Mart, and 4 miles from the closest village.
So many aspects of our lives have changed. Some have not.
I smiled as my insomnia led me to pull up my all but abandoned blog at 3 a.m. The last substantial post was nearly 2 years ago. I am so glad I wrote it, as my memory has already faded.
It appears that I had an episode of insomnia the night before my first 5k race, just as I have tonight. I am not planning to race tomorrow. However, I just ran my first 5k in our new state this past weekend.
Yay! In fact, I have run 6 more races since my first, including a 10k last Thanksgiving morning.
Clearly, running has not cured my insomnia. It has, however done so much more.
1) It has given me a personal goal.
What started as "Finish a 5k" because if I delivered an 8 pound 9 ounce baby without an epidural and a 7 pound 7 ouncer with half of one, sure ly 5k is not beyond the realm of possibility" has turned into a personal quest to find health as I approach age 40. My current goal: get that 5k time down to 30 minutes.
2) I have children who look up to me.
My oldest has developed a love for Gymnastics. She's strong, and she is driven. She inspires me to encourage her dreams and find my own. My parents were wonderful, but when U was her age, that was an area that went largely ignored. Sorry Mom and Dad, but it's true. Sure, I can play just about anything in the key of C on the piano and fumble through the hymnal. I often enjoy doing so. But piano lessons were a chore, not a passion of mine. My kids see me struggle, and sometimes that struggle becomes success. Furthermore, it is becoming something we can do together. My girl, who turns 10 in less than 2 weeks, joined me for my race last Saturday. She even asked if we could do another race together. Absolutely, my love. That's a PR moment in itself, one that is better than the elusive pace.
3) Running has become my therapist.
During the process of my husband's job change and this recent move, I saw a therapist to help process everything. It was great to have an objective 3rd party listen. She stressed the importance of self care. Physical and psychological. Running is effective in both of those areas. I feel better when I run consistently. My body is stronger, AND as I read my post from 2 years ago, I realized that my asthma has improved tremendously. I rarely use my inhaler during a 5k run/walk anymore. Out here in the country, I have unlimited roads and natural beauty in which to reflect on life, the Creator, or just taking one more step before my next walking break. It's pretty amazing.
4) I gained a new circle of friends, and one closer friend.
The running community is incredibly welcoming. Online encouragement through advanced runners whom I once thought were crazy, support groups like Moms Run This Town, friendly co-racers, and running buddies.
My cousin in Massachusetts as well as my Uncle's colleague became 2 of my strongest cheerleaders across the miles, and I got to run with my cousin on the Cape Cod Rail Trail during my family's vacation.
Initially, my desperate plea for companionship on my first race was met by one newbie and some friends who encouraged us. That fellow newbie is now, 2 years later, training for her first marathon. We became training buddies and our friendship strengthened as we shared life and she pushed me forward on the trails. She even helped us pack up for our move when I was almost too overwhelmed to do it. Who says running is a solitary sport?
Will this insomniac rambling be a blog revival? Who knows. But if you're still here, I'm still wandering along. If you're not, then I have a public journal of sorts. Good night. Rather, good morning.
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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Wow, time flies!
We have been in our home for 2 weeks plus a couple of days. Two weeks in which hubby has not had to travel, his commute has been relatively painless, we have unpacked a lot but still have a way to go, and hubby has turned into Mark Stuart, a male counterpart of Martha Stewart. Ok, not really. But he decided that before perfecting the TV/stereo set-up, we should paint the family room. I did not disagree... there were severe fading spots, shadows of picture frames past, all the way down the main downstairs hallway. Rectangular ghosts, if you will. We also decided the kitchen has too much going on in it and are painting it one color instead of the two mismatched colors. The tile and granite have very distinct patterns, and the walls fight them for attention. It's not working for us. We're slowly finding fixtures that suit our style/taste, as the early 90's brass does not.... but also trying to be frugal and strategic in using coupons, etc...
The neighbors seem friendly. One of them is building safety gates for the top and bottom of the stairs on the deck. The deck, as great as it is, is a safety hazard when you have a 2 year old who thinks himself to be Buzz Lightyear. We almost didn't look at the house a 2nd time because of it, after little Lightyear's episode at the park in November.
We had a tornado warning last week. The kids and I simply went to the basement, cranked up the radio, and played. I opened the blinds to be able to watch the clouds and listen for sirens. We have also discovered that earthworms seek shelter from the rain by creeping between the doors and onto the blue and white floor. And if they aren't cleaned up prior to the wild stampede and little tikes basketball fun, they get smashed. It took us a couple of days to figure out what that red mush was on the floor.
I have cleared some brush out of the flower beds and planted some bulbs... white hyacinths, purple tulips, and my beloved acidanthera. I could go crazy with this yard. The neighborhood is well established, but our yard has almost no trees, except for a birch that is so close to the house it will threaten the foundation if we don't remove it in the next couple of years. I don't mind not having so many leaves to rake, the trees in the surrounding yard are very pretty, but a little vegetation would be nice. I want a veggie patch, as veggies are expensive and not impressive at the grocery stores. That may or may not happen this year. I have garden envy of a house down the street that has a 3 or 4 tier vegetable garden built into their hill.
The extreme amount of space we have been blessed with means that taking our time to unpack is easy... out of sight, out of mind, until you want something and have to dig to find the box and then open it up. We tripped over everything and each other in the apartment for the past 18 months.
The previous owners took their fridge and washer and dryer, so not only did I get a new house for Valentine's Day, I got new appliances. Unfortunately, Lowe's did not live up to their next day delivery advertising... we ordered them on closing day (Valentine's Day), asked for them to be delivered the following Saturday, and they did not arrive until Monday morning. Thank God for hubby's parents good cooler!!!! They are working great so far.
Perhaps eventually I'll get back into the blogging groove. I am thankful for those of you who stick around, or drop by every once in a while to see if I am still here. But for now, we're getting settled into our new place and loving it.
We have been in our home for 2 weeks plus a couple of days. Two weeks in which hubby has not had to travel, his commute has been relatively painless, we have unpacked a lot but still have a way to go, and hubby has turned into Mark Stuart, a male counterpart of Martha Stewart. Ok, not really. But he decided that before perfecting the TV/stereo set-up, we should paint the family room. I did not disagree... there were severe fading spots, shadows of picture frames past, all the way down the main downstairs hallway. Rectangular ghosts, if you will. We also decided the kitchen has too much going on in it and are painting it one color instead of the two mismatched colors. The tile and granite have very distinct patterns, and the walls fight them for attention. It's not working for us. We're slowly finding fixtures that suit our style/taste, as the early 90's brass does not.... but also trying to be frugal and strategic in using coupons, etc...
The neighbors seem friendly. One of them is building safety gates for the top and bottom of the stairs on the deck. The deck, as great as it is, is a safety hazard when you have a 2 year old who thinks himself to be Buzz Lightyear. We almost didn't look at the house a 2nd time because of it, after little Lightyear's episode at the park in November.
We had a tornado warning last week. The kids and I simply went to the basement, cranked up the radio, and played. I opened the blinds to be able to watch the clouds and listen for sirens. We have also discovered that earthworms seek shelter from the rain by creeping between the doors and onto the blue and white floor. And if they aren't cleaned up prior to the wild stampede and little tikes basketball fun, they get smashed. It took us a couple of days to figure out what that red mush was on the floor.
I have cleared some brush out of the flower beds and planted some bulbs... white hyacinths, purple tulips, and my beloved acidanthera. I could go crazy with this yard. The neighborhood is well established, but our yard has almost no trees, except for a birch that is so close to the house it will threaten the foundation if we don't remove it in the next couple of years. I don't mind not having so many leaves to rake, the trees in the surrounding yard are very pretty, but a little vegetation would be nice. I want a veggie patch, as veggies are expensive and not impressive at the grocery stores. That may or may not happen this year. I have garden envy of a house down the street that has a 3 or 4 tier vegetable garden built into their hill.
The extreme amount of space we have been blessed with means that taking our time to unpack is easy... out of sight, out of mind, until you want something and have to dig to find the box and then open it up. We tripped over everything and each other in the apartment for the past 18 months.
The previous owners took their fridge and washer and dryer, so not only did I get a new house for Valentine's Day, I got new appliances. Unfortunately, Lowe's did not live up to their next day delivery advertising... we ordered them on closing day (Valentine's Day), asked for them to be delivered the following Saturday, and they did not arrive until Monday morning. Thank God for hubby's parents good cooler!!!! They are working great so far.
Perhaps eventually I'll get back into the blogging groove. I am thankful for those of you who stick around, or drop by every once in a while to see if I am still here. But for now, we're getting settled into our new place and loving it.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
If the dress could talk
There was a little something unexpected hanging in one of the closets in the home we've put an offer on. A wedding dress. My guess is 70's era, it is long sleeved but reminds me a little of my Mom's. It's in a clear plastic covering, and angled almost as though it's a good luck charm, a superstition of sorts.
You see, most everything else in the house has been removed, besides some odds and ends. It doesn't make sense that something so special would be left behind forever. Unless, of course divorce was the culprit of the house sale, but we know that the family has relocated.
We also know that the sellers are the original owners. They have taken care to prepare what was their home for eighteen years by updating the kitchen and laying hardwood floors throughout. There are hints about their interests practically within the walls. One bedroom has built in bookshelves, and flourescent lights, as though it was used as an office, or perhaps a craft or sewing room. The basement is very utilitarian. Industrial tiled floor and cabinets indicate somebody was a handyman. Before you get to the former workshop, their are built in bookcases at the bottom of the steps into the basement. There's a country-ish wallpapered bathroom down there as well. Dated, perhaps, but in conjunction with the weathered bench out front and the rabbit figurines in the flowerbed, the fall themed flag hanging above the garage.... this was someone's home. For a long time.
I remember being offended at the first offer we received on our first home. We countered and eventually closed the deal. I remember saying goodbye that last time, to the place where I returned after my babies were born, the neighborhood where family, neighbors, and church family welcomed them and encouraged me while I faced the first few weeks of parenthood with my husband several hundred miles away. I remember planting daffodil bulbs and rose bushes, digging my flowerbed around the mailbox. My first neighborhood was filled with friends who saw us grow from being newlyweds to parents. It saddens me to think that my daughter already only remembers bits and pieces about her first home and its surrounding community..
If that dress could talk, would it tell stories of the children whose feet grew from pitter patters to stomps as they went up and down the stairs and down the long upstairs hallway? Would it recount conversations about plans to install those built in bookcases, arguments, perhaps, about what project to tackle next? Tears as children were sent off to college somewhere? Family holidays in the dining room and kitchen area with that big island. Where did they play monopoly or cards? Was there a piano in the living room where I hope to place my grandmother's piano?
I know I should not get attached yet. I know that it is entirely possible that we may go through all this negotiating and walk away empty handed.
How can you put a price on memories? On a home that has experienced all the love and changes, on walls that have so many stories they could tell if they could even speak. Just a house, to some.
They were surprised by our "low" offer, surely, I hope not insulted, though as I think about it I would not be surprised if they were. We did our research and tried to be fair based on comps, etc... We have our budget, we have saved in hopes of finally purchasing a home that we can stay in for a long time, and we had to remain objective in the process of formulating an offer.
However, that aged wedding dress which has been hung with care reminds me that once upon a time a young family built their dream home, then stayed for a long while, unlike so many of us who have had to be more transient. I hope that negotiations will succeed, and we'll get the chance to make as many priceless memories there as surrounded that dress.
There was a little something unexpected hanging in one of the closets in the home we've put an offer on. A wedding dress. My guess is 70's era, it is long sleeved but reminds me a little of my Mom's. It's in a clear plastic covering, and angled almost as though it's a good luck charm, a superstition of sorts.
You see, most everything else in the house has been removed, besides some odds and ends. It doesn't make sense that something so special would be left behind forever. Unless, of course divorce was the culprit of the house sale, but we know that the family has relocated.
We also know that the sellers are the original owners. They have taken care to prepare what was their home for eighteen years by updating the kitchen and laying hardwood floors throughout. There are hints about their interests practically within the walls. One bedroom has built in bookshelves, and flourescent lights, as though it was used as an office, or perhaps a craft or sewing room. The basement is very utilitarian. Industrial tiled floor and cabinets indicate somebody was a handyman. Before you get to the former workshop, their are built in bookcases at the bottom of the steps into the basement. There's a country-ish wallpapered bathroom down there as well. Dated, perhaps, but in conjunction with the weathered bench out front and the rabbit figurines in the flowerbed, the fall themed flag hanging above the garage.... this was someone's home. For a long time.
I remember being offended at the first offer we received on our first home. We countered and eventually closed the deal. I remember saying goodbye that last time, to the place where I returned after my babies were born, the neighborhood where family, neighbors, and church family welcomed them and encouraged me while I faced the first few weeks of parenthood with my husband several hundred miles away. I remember planting daffodil bulbs and rose bushes, digging my flowerbed around the mailbox. My first neighborhood was filled with friends who saw us grow from being newlyweds to parents. It saddens me to think that my daughter already only remembers bits and pieces about her first home and its surrounding community..
If that dress could talk, would it tell stories of the children whose feet grew from pitter patters to stomps as they went up and down the stairs and down the long upstairs hallway? Would it recount conversations about plans to install those built in bookcases, arguments, perhaps, about what project to tackle next? Tears as children were sent off to college somewhere? Family holidays in the dining room and kitchen area with that big island. Where did they play monopoly or cards? Was there a piano in the living room where I hope to place my grandmother's piano?
I know I should not get attached yet. I know that it is entirely possible that we may go through all this negotiating and walk away empty handed.
How can you put a price on memories? On a home that has experienced all the love and changes, on walls that have so many stories they could tell if they could even speak. Just a house, to some.
They were surprised by our "low" offer, surely, I hope not insulted, though as I think about it I would not be surprised if they were. We did our research and tried to be fair based on comps, etc... We have our budget, we have saved in hopes of finally purchasing a home that we can stay in for a long time, and we had to remain objective in the process of formulating an offer.
However, that aged wedding dress which has been hung with care reminds me that once upon a time a young family built their dream home, then stayed for a long while, unlike so many of us who have had to be more transient. I hope that negotiations will succeed, and we'll get the chance to make as many priceless memories there as surrounded that dress.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thank God for hotel points!
I think Hubby calculated that between our house hunting trips and the August trip to Memphis, we've used 9 free hotel nights. So I am currently very grateful for his travel, though lately Bear has commented about how much she misses him when he is away for work. Our future home base is en route by detour from where we spent Christmas, and we stopped in to view 3 homes today. Each kiddo is sleeping with a parent because it just works better than way when we're in hotels. I completely forgot to pack our swimsuits, but I did get to take a quick trip to the superstore by myself, and Bear and I split some hot chocolate from the lobby. Those count as vacation moments, right? Since Buddy got carsick about 35 minutes up the road from our first house to view, the kiddos got to help daddy do laundry. I also got to show Bear where we get ice in the hotel since our fridge does not have any. :) (The hot chocolate needed help cooling down to drinkable warm chocolate.) This is not the first house hunting trip we've taken, just the first I have announced publicly.
The chaos is about to set in. When we are here, near the mountains and lakes, we are increasingly excited about the next phase and ready to find a place to settle. When we get to our current hometown, I know the reality of leaving some wonderful new friends will set in. Along with the need-for-meds-inducing-anxiety that may accompany moving. I will also be reserving waffle fry boxes from my favorite restaurant. (Some of our friends were able to get them for us for our last move. Last week, I talked to one of our favorite staff members and she said we could ask management to hold some for us here, too. Whew.)
When it's all said and done, I hope Bear remembers the fun things like hot cocoa making in her jammies and robe, exploring different houses, and our other adventures in preparation for yet another big change.
I think Hubby calculated that between our house hunting trips and the August trip to Memphis, we've used 9 free hotel nights. So I am currently very grateful for his travel, though lately Bear has commented about how much she misses him when he is away for work. Our future home base is en route by detour from where we spent Christmas, and we stopped in to view 3 homes today. Each kiddo is sleeping with a parent because it just works better than way when we're in hotels. I completely forgot to pack our swimsuits, but I did get to take a quick trip to the superstore by myself, and Bear and I split some hot chocolate from the lobby. Those count as vacation moments, right? Since Buddy got carsick about 35 minutes up the road from our first house to view, the kiddos got to help daddy do laundry. I also got to show Bear where we get ice in the hotel since our fridge does not have any. :) (The hot chocolate needed help cooling down to drinkable warm chocolate.) This is not the first house hunting trip we've taken, just the first I have announced publicly.
The chaos is about to set in. When we are here, near the mountains and lakes, we are increasingly excited about the next phase and ready to find a place to settle. When we get to our current hometown, I know the reality of leaving some wonderful new friends will set in. Along with the need-for-meds-inducing-anxiety that may accompany moving. I will also be reserving waffle fry boxes from my favorite restaurant. (Some of our friends were able to get them for us for our last move. Last week, I talked to one of our favorite staff members and she said we could ask management to hold some for us here, too. Whew.)
When it's all said and done, I hope Bear remembers the fun things like hot cocoa making in her jammies and robe, exploring different houses, and our other adventures in preparation for yet another big change.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
blessed
We were tremendously blessed in our move this weekend. We arrived safely to our new home. On the front end of the trip, my parents provided space for us to live for a month, in spite of our complaints about the inadequate a/c in our dwelling area and my tendency to get distracted from cleaning up after my kiddos in the dining area. We had some good quality time together, plus Dad provided his truck and some manpower. And Mom made a yummy roast-beef dinner with all the sides as a send off last night.
We could not have moved without the help we received. Our former neighbor/overworked friendly police officer friend took the time from his valuable days off to help us. A couple of guys from church joined Officer R et. al. for phase I and II. They also came down to help us move in... a 4+ hour drive. (Officer R offered, but we wanted him to be able to rest a little before hitting the streets again tomorrow morning. I mean this morning.) Hubby's parents drove WAY out of their way for phase I and II and will help us unpack tomorrow before their 6 hour drive home. And Camera Guy left his wife and 4 week old beautiful baby for the day to come help. Like I said, we were blessed. And there's more...
... last week, I got together with some friends I had not seen in a while. One of them asked what area we were moving to. It turns out that she has a good friend in the same town, so she connected is on Facebook. And that friend and her family came by to met us, and her husband and another man from their church helped us unload the truck!!!! Talk about the body of Christ in action. I had hesitated to accept their offer, but when I saw how utterly exhausted hubby and Dad were last night, I decided to accept. Oh, and their kids are VERY close in age to ours! So in addition to my W@H friends who live in this area, we have another family to get to know!
I should be sleeping, but insomnia struck so here I am. :)
We were tremendously blessed in our move this weekend. We arrived safely to our new home. On the front end of the trip, my parents provided space for us to live for a month, in spite of our complaints about the inadequate a/c in our dwelling area and my tendency to get distracted from cleaning up after my kiddos in the dining area. We had some good quality time together, plus Dad provided his truck and some manpower. And Mom made a yummy roast-beef dinner with all the sides as a send off last night.
We could not have moved without the help we received. Our former neighbor/overworked friendly police officer friend took the time from his valuable days off to help us. A couple of guys from church joined Officer R et. al. for phase I and II. They also came down to help us move in... a 4+ hour drive. (Officer R offered, but we wanted him to be able to rest a little before hitting the streets again tomorrow morning. I mean this morning.) Hubby's parents drove WAY out of their way for phase I and II and will help us unpack tomorrow before their 6 hour drive home. And Camera Guy left his wife and 4 week old beautiful baby for the day to come help. Like I said, we were blessed. And there's more...
... last week, I got together with some friends I had not seen in a while. One of them asked what area we were moving to. It turns out that she has a good friend in the same town, so she connected is on Facebook. And that friend and her family came by to met us, and her husband and another man from their church helped us unload the truck!!!! Talk about the body of Christ in action. I had hesitated to accept their offer, but when I saw how utterly exhausted hubby and Dad were last night, I decided to accept. Oh, and their kids are VERY close in age to ours! So in addition to my W@H friends who live in this area, we have another family to get to know!
I should be sleeping, but insomnia struck so here I am. :)
Friday, August 14, 2009
yes, i know I have it easy...
I am home with the kids while hubby, tech mom and dad, my dad, r, and maybe someone else load the 26' moving truck.
Packing with an almost one year old and a 4 year old is not easy. Baby wants to play. He just put an empty wipes container on my card table/deesk... and proceeded to try to grab my pepsi. That's not a fair trade, bud.
Bear complains about me packing certain belongings of hers, but has otherwised occupied herself.
At least it's cooler in here than outside, though the window units in our space upstairs are not really keeping up with the TN summer heat.
I am home with the kids while hubby, tech mom and dad, my dad, r, and maybe someone else load the 26' moving truck.
Packing with an almost one year old and a 4 year old is not easy. Baby wants to play. He just put an empty wipes container on my card table/deesk... and proceeded to try to grab my pepsi. That's not a fair trade, bud.
Bear complains about me packing certain belongings of hers, but has otherwised occupied herself.
At least it's cooler in here than outside, though the window units in our space upstairs are not really keeping up with the TN summer heat.
Monday, August 03, 2009
refocus
I'm learning to cherish certain aspects of this transitional time. My kids are getting quality time with my parents, something that I don't remember having much of with my own grandparents. Usually we get snippets of time with them, since they live close enough that overnight visits are not mandatory. On the other hand, since we have to drive 3+ hours to visit Tech Mom and Dad, overnight visits=more quality time.
Mom and Dad's place is for sale. 2.5 acres nestled in a field across from an antebellum in middle TN. Minutes from I -65, yet peaceful. Tree-lined driveway and yard, grape arbor with a swing under it, goldfish ponds, and even a volleyball net in the backyard. There are birds, bunnies and bullfrogs galore, along with an occasional woodchuck or deer sighting. Lucy the long-haired calico is typically shy, but if you are on her good side she will leave a mouse, mole, or other delicacy on the stoop for you. Coneflowers are in season, a few cleomi, and most of all, fresh apples. (Pears are on the way.) There are granny smith, and another variety that's sweeter.
I did not grow up here; not really. We moved to TN the middle of my Junior year of High School, and at that point the only thing growing in this yard was the bermuda grass planted by the builder and a left-over wheat stalk or two that made it's way into our yard from the adjoining farm fields. My parents planted and gardened through the years, creating a taste of Eden in Tennessee. Unfortunately, the work it takes to maintain is taking a toll on them, and they want to sell. Some parts of the yard are a bit overgrown, as is the fire pit where my friends and I burned our notes from Chemistry and Algebra II when summer vacation came around.
Anyway, Bear loves running across the yard, feeding the goldfish, chasing bunnies, gathering apples in the skirt of her dress. She asks me what Grandma is doing when my Mom bursts out in random songs that pop into her head based on a conversation or happening. And covers her ears. (She's her Daddy's girl, I guess.)
Buddy has mastered climbing up the stairs and tasted clover from the yard. Grandaddy thinks our little "bam-bam" is going to break the new sliding glass door. Seriously. He crawls to the laundry closet whenever he hears the washing machine running because it reminds him of bathtime.
We do miss our old house a bit, but at least while we are in limbo we have some times to treasure. Memories will be made, it's somewhat up to us whether they will be good or bad.
I'm learning to cherish certain aspects of this transitional time. My kids are getting quality time with my parents, something that I don't remember having much of with my own grandparents. Usually we get snippets of time with them, since they live close enough that overnight visits are not mandatory. On the other hand, since we have to drive 3+ hours to visit Tech Mom and Dad, overnight visits=more quality time.
Mom and Dad's place is for sale. 2.5 acres nestled in a field across from an antebellum in middle TN. Minutes from I -65, yet peaceful. Tree-lined driveway and yard, grape arbor with a swing under it, goldfish ponds, and even a volleyball net in the backyard. There are birds, bunnies and bullfrogs galore, along with an occasional woodchuck or deer sighting. Lucy the long-haired calico is typically shy, but if you are on her good side she will leave a mouse, mole, or other delicacy on the stoop for you. Coneflowers are in season, a few cleomi, and most of all, fresh apples. (Pears are on the way.) There are granny smith, and another variety that's sweeter.
I did not grow up here; not really. We moved to TN the middle of my Junior year of High School, and at that point the only thing growing in this yard was the bermuda grass planted by the builder and a left-over wheat stalk or two that made it's way into our yard from the adjoining farm fields. My parents planted and gardened through the years, creating a taste of Eden in Tennessee. Unfortunately, the work it takes to maintain is taking a toll on them, and they want to sell. Some parts of the yard are a bit overgrown, as is the fire pit where my friends and I burned our notes from Chemistry and Algebra II when summer vacation came around.
Anyway, Bear loves running across the yard, feeding the goldfish, chasing bunnies, gathering apples in the skirt of her dress. She asks me what Grandma is doing when my Mom bursts out in random songs that pop into her head based on a conversation or happening. And covers her ears. (She's her Daddy's girl, I guess.)
Buddy has mastered climbing up the stairs and tasted clover from the yard. Grandaddy thinks our little "bam-bam" is going to break the new sliding glass door. Seriously. He crawls to the laundry closet whenever he hears the washing machine running because it reminds him of bathtime.
We do miss our old house a bit, but at least while we are in limbo we have some times to treasure. Memories will be made, it's somewhat up to us whether they will be good or bad.
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