It is always interesting when you begin to go through closets and drawers.  I am beginning the chore of packing for our move.  It is something I really don’t mind doing, especially when I am not rushed in doing it.  We have several weeks and I have made a good start. I am a bit stiff, but, I am using muscles that have been dormant for a couple of years. Today was an interesting day.  I unearthed unexpected things.  I was surprised by what I found, and laughed at some of the discoveries. I found brochures from various venues and caterers for my daughter’s wedding that never was.  I have moved since  her wedding was called off, and I was amazed I still had the information that I will never use.  I stacked them and then pitched them.  Thinking about it, I was glad my daughter is where she is in her life now, and relieved that this wedding did not happen.  A good reminder. I found a folder of my older writing samples.  I had not read my writing in a while.  I was pretty impressed with what I had done so long ago.  I have toyed with posting some of it here.  I once more was able to see a copy of the short story that was published.  It was a reminder of times when I worked harder at writing than I do now.  A kick to maybe be that diligent once more. After Christmas this year, hubby and I searched the house and garage for a box to put an artificial tree in.  The tree goes in our guest room each year and after Christmas, the box was nowhere.  We searched for days, each of us wondering why the other threw the box away.  Two days ago, I looked at the tree hanging out without a box in a closet.  I grabbed a large box and put it in.  I put in other Christmas decorations that were stragglers.  I resigned myself to never finding the box.  Today, I groaned loudly when I saw the box.  It must have concerned hubby because he immediately asked what was wrong.  I walked to where he was with the box.  He started laughing.  So, the box that should have the tree in it, now has Christmas linen in it.  I figured I would keep the season at least correct.  Plus, I know when I open it next November I will laugh that I did this. I now have two room almost completely done.  I am moving ahead each day.  Yes, I will be glad to have it over.  But, I confess, I am finding it interesting what I have where…  I sometimes make no sense to myself. Thanks for stopping by, DAF


Up from the debris of boxes…..

Uhhh… air… not the stuffy box smell.  My head is no longer in the middle of unpacking boxes.  There are remnants of packing paper and boxes still visible but for the most part we look normal in our new house.

It was an experience to say the least.  My dear hubby and I have moved overseas, and back again.  We have moved across this great country of ours a couple of times.  We have experience in moving.  We know the motions.  We know the preparation.  We know the tired feeling.  It is in our long-term memory areas.

We have acquired a few little scratches along the way, both the furniture and ourselves.  The major damage in all those moves was a china tea saucer broken.  In half, a perfect break.  That was at least 30 years ago.  I saved the pieces so that I could glue it together.  A couple of weeks ago while packing a cupboard in our kitchen I came across the two pieces, still not glued.  Just tired enough, I looked at the pieces and pitched them into the trash.  I know I would never glue them.  So, when I am departed, whoever gets my china will just be one saucer short.  They will wonder what happened to it, and you will all know.

I share the memories with you about these earlier moves.  This move was, well, the only way to describe it is ‘the move from hell’.  It was rainy to start with.  Humidity was there, but not overwhelming.  Our poor puppy who is advanced in his little life did not tolerate the move well.  As things started to leave our home in the hands of strangers, he looked at me as if to say, ‘are you aware they are taking things out of our house?’.   By the end of the first day, he was shaking so badly, our neighbors came and took him to their home so he could relax.  He ended staying with them for the night and the next day.   It helped him and made me feel more relaxed about his well-being.

The first night ended at midnight.  Yes, you read that right.  It was midnight before things were unloaded into our storage facility.  Dear hubby and I got into our car and began driving in search of a local hotel.  We found one.  They were reluctant at first to rent us a room since we looked like we had just crawled out of the sewer.  But, when hubby produced the numbers for the honors club we are members of, they addressed us by name and produced a wonderful room and a great shower.  We enjoyed that facility for the next five hours of sleep and had a great breakfast to boot!

The next day ended at 6 p.m. with all the boxes dumped into the house, the bed was set up and made, and we were officially ‘moved’.   After dinner and retrieving our beloved puppy, we spent our first night in our new place.

We also took further notice of our belongings.  Hubby had taken pictures all through the day of scratches, gouges and rips.  Nothing was spared, except what I had packed.  I am so glad I packed the house, otherwise nothing would have survived.  For a twenty-minute drive from our last place, we have damage to everything.  Hubby’s desk was smashed into about seven pieces.  Yes, this is horrible, but I do confess, it was pretty ugly for a desk, so I am no too upset…  😉  But, the fact remains, now we are starting to deal with this all.  There are countless amounts of paperwork to fill out.  That is hubby’s job.  Mine is to make this place feel like home.

The other noticeable thing about this move is how tired we are.  My brain has hurt, it is so tired from lugging and unpacking boxes.  But, however, it is over.  We are home.

So, I will now go about getting back into a routine.  Cleaning.  Cooking. Blogging.  It will be nice to resume the regularly scheduled programming.

Thanks for stopping by.  I appreciate your visits.  DAF

Can I hear a chorus of, “I told you so”???

A short post this evening.  We are surrounded by boxes, tape and paper for wrapping our belongings.  There are pathways throughout the house.  Our dear little puppy is beginning to think this is normal…

Yes, we have found a home.  It is a bit smaller than this one, but I am getting to know it and we are forming an affection.  There is a pond, not like the current pond in our back yard, but, it is a pond, or as my dear hubby refers to it, “a deep puddle”.

We have met some neighbors already and they are very nice. I have put some things away and I think I will have plenty of room.  I took pictures over to grace the mantle so that it will seem more like home to us, and the refrigerator is already covered in my magnet photos, so it is beginning to feel ‘normal’.

The movers will come tomorrow to help finish the packing.  When I say this, I truly mean the garage.  Most everything else is packed in the house.  It will be an early morning tomorrow and I will push through to finish up packing the inside of the house.

So, thank you all for the encouragement and support over these past six weeks.  I so appreciate your words of kindness and support.  I will post more when we are settled and the internet is up and running at the new place.  I will also take some pictures of my new digs.

Until then, sing away with the “I told you so…”  It’s a lovely melody to hear.

Thanks for stopping by, DAF

Checking in

It has been a while since I posted anything.  Honestly, my brain is fried.  We are still in the throes of moving.  We still do not know where.

Yes, this has caused great concern on my part, but dear hubby, bless his heart, is confident.  He knows the perfect place will come at the perfect time.

Me?  Well, think of that cartoon character, the Tasmanian Devil…. yep, that’s the image.  I am like a mini cyclone, spinning from one room to the other.  Packing and checking things off my list and unfortunately, harping about the time passing quickly.

I know I don’t do change well.  This amazes me since I am a retired Navy wife.  I guess my sense of adventure is waning.

I feel sorry for those around me.  The way I have been has not been pleasant.  But, I felt I needed to write something.  I feel this because, under the panic and the nervous energy, I know without a doubt that God has this all under control.  I know, that I know, that I know.

I figure if I honestly wrote about this now, you will be able to join in with me and agree that I was all worked up over nothing.  After we have moved into our new place and I am relaxed and able to see what all the Lord has worked out in our lives, I know I will write on our new place.   So, dear readers , I thank you in advance for being able to say to me, “I told you so”.

Just a quick check in tonight.  I have been so blessed by reading other posts.  You have all said so many wonderful things in your writing.  You have encouraged me with your words.  You have given me strength, laughter, love and a feeling of well-being.

Until I start to unpack, thanks for being you!  DAF

Just a thought….

After a day of packing my dining room, I am sitting here relaxing with a heating pad on my back.  (It used to be so much easier to bend over and pack even four years ago…  age, it’s the pits)

Anyhow, I digress.  Relaxing on the computer and decide to check my blog.  This thought just occurred to me.  You know that little counter that tells you the average number of visits to your blog?  The one that is like a miniature graph?  After looking at mine, I realized that it is a good thing mine is not hooked up to my heart.  From the looks of it, I would be dead.  It has a small line, space, taller line, space, two equal lines, space, tall line, gap, longer gap, and a small line.    I think I would be in serious trouble if this was monitoring my heart.

Of course, the gauge of my creativity is also hurting, I think….

Thanks for stopping by my little thought today.  I do appreciate it!  DAF

The Adventure Begins…

For the past month or so, I have hinted at changes about to take place in my life.  I thought that the adventure would begin by now.  I figured I would have been on the work force and getting settled into a job by now.

Turns out, I have a reprieve from the job hunting for the time being.  At least until this summer.  But, the adventure will begin before the summer.  In fact, for me, the adventure truly began this morning.

I knew the adventure was lurking around the corner, soon to appear, but I thought I would have a couple more days until it officially happened.  This morning, after a somewhat sleepless night, I checked my email.  My dear hubby had a very early wake up time today and got up around 3:30 this morning.  He was up for a few hours and then headed back to bed when the sun was up for a few more hours sleep.

I got up before he got back up, so I went to my laptop to see what had happened overnight.  What happened was that the owners of this lovely home we are renting got in touch with my dear hubby to confirm that, yes, they are returning to the states, and yes, they do want to live in their home.

So, good morning, DAF!  Time to move!  Time to haul out that packing material and boxes.  Time to buy tape and lots of it.  Time to really clean out those closets and drawers.  Time to go to a dark corner and assume the fetal position and pretend you didn’t just read what you read.

Most of my day was spent exploring rentals in this area.  It was a little more encouraging than I thought it would be.  We are fortunate in that we do have until the first of May to find a place and move, but I confess, I am not excited about the prospect of it all.

Adventures can be fun.  But, they can be filled with detours and dead ends and lost trails.  As a retired navy wife, I know how to move and organize for a move.  The key word in the last sentence is ‘retired’.  I had hoped that at my age I still wouldn’t be doing this.  Somehow, though, that doesn’t make for an adventure.    So, for now, I will begin to clean out the drawers.  I will dust off my packing skills.  I will start to outfit myself for an adventure.  I will cling to ONE who has gotten me through so many adventures I didn’t want to be on.   Matthew 28:20 b says, And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age (new living translation).  I know He has been with me, and I have to trust that He will be for this move.   I just hope this time He provides the energizer bunny to come along beside me to lift those heavy objects!

I will keep you posted on the progress of my ‘adventure’.  I think going to Disneyland sounds like more fun, or even a root canal for that matter.

Thanks for stopping by!  DAF