Moved and other things



The Missouri River in Sioux City IA

 Last month was a hectic month.  An up and down mess of a month.  We were supposed to start moving in mid-April, but due to the bank's incompetence, we didn't actually get to start until May 6.  The worst part of that (or the best part, depending on your perspective), was that I was out of town from May 5 to May 9.  That meant that we had to take extra steps to allow my husband to sign for the house and he had to do most of the moving by himself.  I just got home in time to start unpacking boxes. 



David in his art studio with my mother's day gift

 That weekend away was wonderful though.  I got to spend it with my son attending some memorable events--his first art showing, his conference track meet, and mother's day.  In fact, mother's day was delightful.  We spent it with my mother and my brother's family.  A simple backyard barbeque.  Very nice.  A way to not be too sad that day.   I have all the many, many long letters and cards that Michaela has written me on Mother's days past, but I chose not to read them this year, not for Mother's day.  That day was all about David and my own mother, two people I rarely get to spend a mother's day with. 



Long Jump; new Personal Record

 Unfortunately when I got back, I immediately got sick.  A mess of a cold and sinus infection that just floored me.  I didn't want to unpack.  I didn't want to move.  Not much got done for a few days. I tried not to beat myself up about it, but I can't remember the last time I was so physically miserable.  I missed several days of work and spent a lot of time on the couch.

I noticed right away that although the previous owner had left a lot of the yard decorations and even some things in the house, he didn't leave one single angel.  That made me a little sad.  It also made me wonder about signs again.  I have only spoken about positive signs, but after having recieved so many signs that I thought were positive about moving into this house; they suddenly stopped and everything started going wrong, just one thing after another.  Signs or simple inconveniences?  Do we only percieve and recognize signs when they are reinforcing what we already want to do?  Do we (me?) ignore them when they seem to be contrary?  This is something I have to think about. 



Moving in

 It is a new month and everything is going relatively well now.  I'm feeling better.  I am back to working full time for now; although, honestly I hope at some point I can hire an assistant and return to three quarters time.  Most of the bumps in the moving process; house issues have resolved themselves.  I am able to sit back now and enjoy the house and I find it a very peaceful place.  There is still a lot of work to do to get it exactly how we want it, but that is all an ongoing part of home ownership.  I don't feel rushed to do it although perhaps I am moving slower than I should be.



One step at a time

 It is time for me to get off the couch and get moving again.  I'm not sure why this spring has been so sluggish for me.  There are a million excuses, but none of them really make any sense.  My sadness is manifesting itself in idleness and a need to cocoon inside my house, away from the people and activities that make me feel better.  My bike has been idle, my kayak sat dry for over a month, the dog doesn't get walked and I get more and more tired by the day.  I know the only way to get moving is to get moving, but sometimes it feels like a very difficult thing to do.