Friday, August 22, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
I think I've put it off as long as I can and now that Boots' has let the cat out of the bag on Facebook it's probably time to say something.
We're selling our house.
We're working with a really nice family (that we've known of and actually had in mind since we first talked about selling over a year ago) and doing the "pass the paperwork" dance in hopes that our home becomes their home. Things are going well, but it's one of those things that you're hesitant to talk about until it's set in stone just in case something doesn't work out like you think it might. Or that's just me. The thought of being all, "Hey! We're moving!" and then we don't is kinda pllllbbbbtttttt! I don't like eating crow, but hey! that's what this blog is all about, right?
So here we are... Nothing is set in stone, we have no idea where we are going to live although we do have a general direction in mind, whether we're going to rent or buy... Everything is up in the air. Sometimes uncertainty makes me a little crazy, but I keep telling myself that we are not going to be homeless (ok, we may be homeless, but I know of at least two places we can sleep!) and that this is the next adventure for us. Because I am excited. The thought of having a new (to us) house to work on really makes my dreamer kick it into overtime.
I'm sad too. We love our neighbors and have made lots of friends at our church so it is going to be hard to leave them and have to get adjusted to a new place with new people all over again.
But I'm excited! I already said that?
So maybe this is (it probably is) the reason for my silence lately. I'm sure that as things start happening a little faster I'll probably have more thoughts (and photos) to share. I want to take "last pictures" of our house so we'll have a nice way of remembering it.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
It makes me sort of sad almost. Didn't summer just start? Didn't it just get hot and now we're thinking about fall jackets? Are all the seasons merging together?
I'm feeling behind and I am dragging my feet and hanging on with all my might. I've tried to enjoy the summer slowly and have taken a break from writing to... What have I been doing exactly? Collecting ideas by living in the moment?
Why am I up in arms about the changing of the seasons?
These weather thoughts are clanging and banging around all the other things in my head and it's just making no sense to me right now. Let me just bluhhhhh all over your screen for a minute...
Several times before (here and here, I'm seeing a pattern: this usually happens when I run out of stuff to write about) I've thought hard about my own narcissism and my blip on the radar that is the Internet.
Sometimes I feel like the Internet has ruined us all and in order for me to be the best wife and the best mother I can be by being fully present 100% of the time I should just go all hermit and completely unplugged like my Daddy- three channels, no cable tv, no Internet, cell phone for real emergencies only, and real life real-time relationships instead of the art-imitating-life relationships we try to grow through social media. I'd probably be bored for about two days before I fell head-long into the "real" world that I think often about.
Then I think about how nomadically spread out and busy we all are, how we're all just trying to do the best we can (or are we? another time!), how we live and love through our screens these days because that's just the way it is now, and how the Internet has connected us all and made the world a beautiful place that we can share together.
I'm swinging from extremes. I feel like if I have nothing to say then I should just sit down and shut up forever, amen. This will probably (hopefully) pass soon. If it doesn't then I don't know what I'll do. Lack of inspiration and writer's block really bums me out.
Maybe I should just take a serious break and completely unplug for about a week and see how I feel on the other side. Would silence invigorate and clarify or bolster me on?
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I just woke myself up from a really bad dream.
I dreamed everybody in my family that I know and love (Daddy, Haley, her husband, and my Papow were the only players in the dream though) got infected with some sort of horrible, stinky poop virus and we were all uncontrollably pooping everywhere. Every.Where! It was all over my clothes, in my hair.
So vivid, how does my brain so accurately imagine what poop in my hair feels like? Am I crazy?!?!
I swear it took a good five minutes of eye rubbing and head shaking to clear the cobwebs and assure myself that it was not real and my insides feel fine.
I'm going back to bed now, but wondering if I should somehow diaper myself up, just in case the Poopocalypse really does happen.