Friday, August 24, 2012
And So It Begins...
Have I mentioned that I’m not good with change? Well, I’m not. I hate them all.
Steve found out that due to how corporate “pays”; it was
most advantageous to take 2 of his 4 weeks of vacation right now. His thinking
was that he was going to need to pack some stuff to put into the apartment to
cook with and his clothes would have to get to Anthem. No way would all this fit into his Crossfire. (It’s a 2-seater sports car) With this in mind, we’re hoping our
daughter-in-law’s rented moving truck will be able to fit these items in there
and they’ll cross the desert this very weekend.
My husband also decided (wisely, I might add) that while he
was here and taking off the time-he’d better pack as much as possible because I
will not be able too.
As he started, he told me that I needed to part with all the
stuff that did NOT need to follow us to our future home. Darn.
It’s MY stuff. Okay, I did
reconsider on some items: all the
Woman’s Day magazines that I have my name in as “contributing reader’s advisor”
(over 150). I also probably let my
husband dump some magazines that I actually had a short story or a handy hint
in because I couldn’t find it and didn’t feel like looking at each page.
I also let him toss some very outdated text books from
college that weren’t worth donating.
Does anyone really want a 30+ year old book detailing the benefits of
using videotape over film in TV news?
Neither is used anymore really.
Plus, I threw out my own half written Master’s thesis on my view of that
very subject. Nice to know that even
though I will always love film, I did see the videotape was the future of TV
news even way back in 1977.
On the flip side, I asked Steve if he really needed to keep
the silver water ewer that some family member gave us as a wedding
present. I don’t believe we ever saw that person after the ceremony and I have
NEVER been into polishing silver.
On that subject, I’m keeping my antique Community silverware
that my grandfather gave me as a wedding present. While I didn’t really like him, my
grandmother and I were very close-so that box is very important to me. Steve packed it and the china we haven’t used
in over 10 years as well.
We were told to de-personalize the house, so all the family
photos sitting and hanging everywhere are now in boxes. We’re not “tchotchke” people, but I somehow
had a plethora of glass vases. Over a
dozen to be exact. Four were exact
copies of one another. We kept two. One is now on the glass table that held all
of our family wedding and anniversary photos.
We went to Big Lots and bought some fake sunflowers and glass stones and
put them into that particular vessel. Looks
nice-cost $12. We found a similar one on
the clearance table at Michael’s for $77, so we’re feeling very creative at the
Kohl’s had a great deal on a candle and glass holder-$3.89
for both. This along with a couple of Indian
pots we had filled the table left barren from a different family photo table.
Already our home is looking like a “sale” home and the sign
won’t go up until September 10th.
We bought some perennial flower packs that our gardener
planted in both the front and the back.
The landscaping looks a lot better.
At least as good as it’s going to get since our gardener went to the
“Hanna-Barbara” school of landscaping.
I’ve passed from the “crying” stage to the “sighing”
stage. Our daughter-in-law is getting
excited about joining our son-as it should be.
I’ll miss having her here and the grand pets as well. I’m hoping that even though she and our son
missed this time together that she enjoyed being here and felt at home.
I know that Pepper, our tabby, is going to be heart-broken
again when his friends leave and he’ll be alone again. But my husband is already saying things like,
“as soon as we find a home we can find a dog”.
I think having Billy and Lily here has helped him remember how wonderful
it is to have a canine around.
Life is changing very quickly-even if we weren’t starting
another chapter; I do wish it would slow down.
And another thing-I promised to watch the grandkids for
Labor Day weekend, so our last weekend together for a while-we won’t even be together.
Oh well, we’ll always have Laguna Hills.