The summer heat is upon us. And now that we are in a city it feels even hotter. It is sapping my box unpacking, not to mention lawn mowing, energy. We are slowly settling in and working out how the space will function. Just not this weekend, this is a fan on -old movie watching type of weekend, with cool drinks at hand.
When night comes I like to know that the day has been well spent. Things crossed off the to do list, an adventure, appointments taken care of, and the like. It helps me settle in for the night with as clear a mind as possible.
On the flip side, as the day begins and the birdsong starts, I like to know different tasks lie ahead or at least the next steps in ones underway.
It is those rainy cold April days that get me down. Everything looks muddy and bland, the garden still bare and the lawn lackluster. When in addition to the weather the daily flow seems to be blocked it can make for many tasks that go wrong, redos if things thought done and a general sense of malaise. I need sunny spring days to get my energy level back up.
January has passed and I only got out one day with my camera. Nearly all my free time has been spent finishing up house projects, sorting and packing, and trying to motivate myself to keep doing those items over and over until done. My energy swells and wanes with no rhyme or reason. I have reached a point where I am tired of the fussiness of getting the house ready to sell, no house is perfect, no color choice is perfect and no layout will appeal to everyone. So instead I am going for clean, tidy and fresh. New flooring, new carpets, new island, new sink, new garage door openers and such. All to replace or improve items we lived with, or without, very comfortably for years. Funny how you will put up with things you wouldn’t expect someone else to.
This weekend though, I am taking a bit of a break and plan to get out of doors to see new and old sights. My mind needs a good dusting out, as do my joints. The paint and packing can wait for another day, they won’t be going anywhere and the DIY house fairy is unlikely to swing by. “All work and no play” after all is no way to spend all my time.
Sorting, packing and jettisoning years of stuff has been both energizing and exhausting. I have found items that I have no idea where they came from, possibly they slunk in unbeknownst to me and decided to stay. I have found things I had forgotten about that I do wish to keep, letters and such. And I have sent many things on their way to new homes, with only the absolute junk off to the dump. I am also getting tire of the whole process and the diy that has gone with it.
Having spent the weekend spackling, mitering, nailing, and touching up items big and small, I can cross many tasks off my list. The tasks keep my mind occupied, and as a result, not fretting about selling and moving. We been in the same place for 26 years, the longest stretch for either of us. And while there is a current of excitement about moving to a different house, there are all the emotions that go with leaving the one we are in. It would be even harder were it to be a move that required new doctors, new state licenses and all new friends. We are staying close, it will make for an easier transition for Joe as he will be familiar with the city having worked there for so many years. It will be an adventure of a different sort than maybe we had planned a few years back, but still an adventure. Life is what you make it, with all the twists and turns.