May catch-up
the problem with only coming to write here once a month is that too much happens. But I'm trying :)
We recently came back from Florida for my cousin's wedding. Flying with Violet was not a fraction of the difficulty that we expected -- she's such a good baby. Plus they let you through the priority line at the security checkpoint if you have a baby in a carseat & stroller and all that! Pretty nifty... We didn't realize how scheduled V's life had become until we got there and it all got shot to shit. We even almost had to leave the wedding because she had a nuclear meltdown and we couldn't get her calmed until Tony took her walking up and down the street outside the venue.
Which, by the way, was at this hotel-type museum place in South Florida on an island that was maybe a quarter-mile wide. Seriously, it had beach, room for this building, room for a 2-lane road, and then the slim rocky beach on the other side. I was amazed. The wedding itself was quite quite lovely, and once Nuclear Baby had been calmed enough to rejoin the party (my aunt had the music turned down because she thought it was too loud, too), we had a really enjoyable time.
I'm trying to decide what to do with my last few weeks of freedom before I start work. I want to do nothing but play --knit, sew, exercise, weed the backyard-- but I have a lot of work to do to (including the weeding, at least). I need to review a lot of PT stuff before I start. The whole house continues to need cleaning, plus we're in major declutter phase because we want to sell our house, and we need to get a TON of STUFF out of here. We're so fed up with the neighborhood -- and it really sucks, too, because one street over or 2 blocks down, it's completely fine and peaceful. But where we are, because we're close to the major road, the grocery store, the shitty bar that plays loud music on warm Thursday nights, and the dollar store, we get all the cut-through drivers, the shitty asshole kids, and the drunken fights in the neighboring parking lots. I've found a house we're very interested in, and we're working through the information-gathering phase of acquiring a house.
I get incredibly sad when I think about leaving this house, there's so much I love about it. I love my backyard and my garden. I have an emotional bond to the roses especially, after trying to improve them so much, and I don't want to leave them behind (I know I can possibly dig them out and take them with me, I just have to figure out where they'd go on the new property). We put SO much effort and money into this house, thinking we'd be here for 10-15 years, and I get so angry at the asshole people that don't even live here who ruin it for us. I wish there were a way I could go ruin their home & neighborhood experiences like they have ours, but what would that be? A. they're obviously used to a lot of noise and abuse, and B. they're too busy loitering here to be disturbed at home.
But it's also getting too small for us. It was good for 2 people with space-occupying hobbies, but for 2 people with space-occupying hobbies and a baby, it's a bit cluttered. Plus I'm finding that my... not my style or tastes, per se, but my mindset is changing, and I find I want less stuff around -- more clean and streamlined. I want to be able to dust.
OK, I finished my oatmeal, time to get started on the day. Thrilling entry, eh?
We recently came back from Florida for my cousin's wedding. Flying with Violet was not a fraction of the difficulty that we expected -- she's such a good baby. Plus they let you through the priority line at the security checkpoint if you have a baby in a carseat & stroller and all that! Pretty nifty... We didn't realize how scheduled V's life had become until we got there and it all got shot to shit. We even almost had to leave the wedding because she had a nuclear meltdown and we couldn't get her calmed until Tony took her walking up and down the street outside the venue.
Which, by the way, was at this hotel-type museum place in South Florida on an island that was maybe a quarter-mile wide. Seriously, it had beach, room for this building, room for a 2-lane road, and then the slim rocky beach on the other side. I was amazed. The wedding itself was quite quite lovely, and once Nuclear Baby had been calmed enough to rejoin the party (my aunt had the music turned down because she thought it was too loud, too), we had a really enjoyable time.
I'm trying to decide what to do with my last few weeks of freedom before I start work. I want to do nothing but play --knit, sew, exercise, weed the backyard-- but I have a lot of work to do to (including the weeding, at least). I need to review a lot of PT stuff before I start. The whole house continues to need cleaning, plus we're in major declutter phase because we want to sell our house, and we need to get a TON of STUFF out of here. We're so fed up with the neighborhood -- and it really sucks, too, because one street over or 2 blocks down, it's completely fine and peaceful. But where we are, because we're close to the major road, the grocery store, the shitty bar that plays loud music on warm Thursday nights, and the dollar store, we get all the cut-through drivers, the shitty asshole kids, and the drunken fights in the neighboring parking lots. I've found a house we're very interested in, and we're working through the information-gathering phase of acquiring a house.
I get incredibly sad when I think about leaving this house, there's so much I love about it. I love my backyard and my garden. I have an emotional bond to the roses especially, after trying to improve them so much, and I don't want to leave them behind (I know I can possibly dig them out and take them with me, I just have to figure out where they'd go on the new property). We put SO much effort and money into this house, thinking we'd be here for 10-15 years, and I get so angry at the asshole people that don't even live here who ruin it for us. I wish there were a way I could go ruin their home & neighborhood experiences like they have ours, but what would that be? A. they're obviously used to a lot of noise and abuse, and B. they're too busy loitering here to be disturbed at home.
But it's also getting too small for us. It was good for 2 people with space-occupying hobbies, but for 2 people with space-occupying hobbies and a baby, it's a bit cluttered. Plus I'm finding that my... not my style or tastes, per se, but my mindset is changing, and I find I want less stuff around -- more clean and streamlined. I want to be able to dust.
OK, I finished my oatmeal, time to get started on the day. Thrilling entry, eh?