Been wandering around the house tryna find something to do. But FINALLY: everything's done. No more moving-boxes to cut up and tie into secure bundles for Friday's trash collection. No more shelving to design and install anywhere in the house. No pressing moving-related tasks.
I took a relaxed walk around the house when Tara and the kids pulled out the drive. Felt all proud:
new storage shelf under the kitchen sink,
tied stacks of cut-up boxes ready for Friday's trash,
a dozen plastic boxes stacked and ready for the storage unit,
kitchen completely reorganized,
internet guy coming today to improve reception upstairs. . . .
Today I'll fold some laundry, cut the lawn, run some errands, return some emails, and count my blessings.tied stacks of cut-up boxes ready for Friday's trash,
a dozen plastic boxes stacked and ready for the storage unit,
kitchen completely reorganized,
internet guy coming today to improve reception upstairs. . . .
But the move's mostly accomplished.
I really like my new accommodations down here in this PLUSH basement apartment:
I really like my new accommodations down here in this PLUSH basement apartment:
moved my Keurig coffee-maker down into my office
here beside my bedroom,
built a nifty four-shelf oak unit into the alcove in my bedroom,
moved my School-Marm's Bell and Kalaidoscope collections there
along with other favorite antique tools and other nice things.
here beside my bedroom,
built a nifty four-shelf oak unit into the alcove in my bedroom,
moved my School-Marm's Bell and Kalaidoscope collections there
along with other favorite antique tools and other nice things.
All my stuff's been thinned-down and has a new home in my two closets and the huge antique cherry chest of drawers Nancy and I used for years. We cleaned-up and reactivated my old 12-drawer bed-stead. Bed's high. But just right. Meets my butt perfectly without bending my legs. It'll take me awhile to memorize what-all's stored in all those drawers. . .mostly sweaters.
I think the best change may be in my outlook. For the first time in nearly four years I'm looking joyfully into every present day. . .and into the future, too. I love our evening meal ritual. Even more fun is the bedtime ritual with the boys. I love the happy sounds of family in the house. I also love the peace of my quiet days here at home in my office. Pretty soon our new daily rituals will form an accustomed and happy groove.
Things're good. Better than I ever dared hope they could be since Nancy's long dying and death. I can feel her bright smile in my mind and heart.
I think the best change may be in my outlook. For the first time in nearly four years I'm looking joyfully into every present day. . .and into the future, too. I love our evening meal ritual. Even more fun is the bedtime ritual with the boys. I love the happy sounds of family in the house. I also love the peace of my quiet days here at home in my office. Pretty soon our new daily rituals will form an accustomed and happy groove.
Things're good. Better than I ever dared hope they could be since Nancy's long dying and death. I can feel her bright smile in my mind and heart.
Some plans for the near future:
I've decided to have my eleven-year-old knee replacement REPLACED. I've walked and bicycled and yoga-ed it into near ruin. Hurts all the time again. I've put off the decision, thinking the knee would surely outlast me anyway. But now I'm thinking it's likely this new life will last longer than my old solitary life might have.
I'm also a couple months past my yearly physical, and I'm feeling tired and sluggish. A recent blood test showed my cholesterol higher than I can remember it ever having been. In 1995 I had an angioplasty. At that time I experienced a new burst of energy. Could be it's time to have another look at my heart and circulatory system.
A radiological stress test will certainly determine the state of my arteries. Tara's cooking will help lower my cholesterol, too. I keep forgetting to take my evening-meal Zocor, which is supposed to keep my cholesterol-count down. I feel a necessary diet-change coming, even though my weight's well within its normally low range.
I'm into my 76th year. My brother died this past spring in the middle of his 79th year -- the first clue I had of my likely longevity.
My new plan is to live at least 90 years, or more. New joyous life. Improved health habits. New hopes and plans. I'm giving-a-damn-again! Reminds me of those lines in the first stanza of "Casey at the Bat:"
I've decided to have my eleven-year-old knee replacement REPLACED. I've walked and bicycled and yoga-ed it into near ruin. Hurts all the time again. I've put off the decision, thinking the knee would surely outlast me anyway. But now I'm thinking it's likely this new life will last longer than my old solitary life might have.
I'm also a couple months past my yearly physical, and I'm feeling tired and sluggish. A recent blood test showed my cholesterol higher than I can remember it ever having been. In 1995 I had an angioplasty. At that time I experienced a new burst of energy. Could be it's time to have another look at my heart and circulatory system.
A radiological stress test will certainly determine the state of my arteries. Tara's cooking will help lower my cholesterol, too. I keep forgetting to take my evening-meal Zocor, which is supposed to keep my cholesterol-count down. I feel a necessary diet-change coming, even though my weight's well within its normally low range.
I'm into my 76th year. My brother died this past spring in the middle of his 79th year -- the first clue I had of my likely longevity.
My new plan is to live at least 90 years, or more. New joyous life. Improved health habits. New hopes and plans. I'm giving-a-damn-again! Reminds me of those lines in the first stanza of "Casey at the Bat:"
A straggling few got up to leave, the rest
Clung to that hope that springs eternal
Clung to that hope that springs eternal
Within the human breast. . . .
Three evenings now we've performed the boys' bedtime ritual together as family. Feels really good.
Believe it! I'm not about to leave just yet!
Things're finally breaking my way again!
Things're finally breaking my way again!
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