I wouldn’t care to repeat this weekend ever again. It wasn’t completely horrible, but the awful things outweighed the pleasant things by a significant amount.
Late Friday night, Sammy woke up and was terribly sick. He could only sleep for a couple of hours between each episode, and of course, Robert and I ran around frantically trying to care for him and clean up all the messes. We didn’t get much sleep at all.
Miraculously, the little guy was better Saturday morning and ready to assume business as usual, i.e. terrorizing his little sister and getting into mischief.
Robert and I stumbled around bleary-eyed and tried to get everything packed up for the move. We’re getting down to all the stuff we have been procrastinating over–my grandmother’s china and other breakables with loads of sentimental value. The vase in the photo is one of the things I’m worried about stuffing into a box. It probably isn’t valuable in and of itself, but I cherish it as a gift from my mother, many years ago. She bought it from a glass blower in Williamsburg, Virginia, I believe.
By mid-afternoon I started feeling queasy. At first, I thought it was due to the anxiety I was feeling over the move and packing, but eventually realized I was suffering from whatever it was that made my boy so miserable the night before. I went to bed early hoping that I’d feel better by morning. No such luck. If anything, I felt worse and was light-headed to boot. I couldn’t get all the chores done that I had on my list and fretted about the fact. I finally collapsed in bed around noon and had a wonderful, restorative 3-hour nap.
I feel much, much better today, but now I’m cooped up at work struggling to stay focused on my job, but thoughts of the homefront keep intruding. Just one more week of this and we’ll be settled into our new place. One. More. Week. I’m counting the minutes.
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I’m supposed to be packing, but it’s just not any fun at all, so I’m allowing myself to be distracted by anything and everything. I’m sure you can see why these cherries distracted me. They’re so sweet and luscious! Truly the essence of summer. I got a craving for them after seeing a photo on Clothesknit. Yum!
I then tried taking a photo of our sky for the Saturday sky project, but as is frequent around here, it’s just a dull shade of grey today, so I threw in the towel. The kids found it amusing to watch my antics as I squatted and rolled around the front yard to find a solitary patch of interesting sky.
Depsite the blandness of the sky, the weather’s really pleasant today. Enough so, that Robert got the kids working in the garden to harvest their “truffulas.”
Early this spring, Robert introduced the kids to The Lorax by Dr. Seuss. They grew really concerned about the dwindling presence of truffulas, so to soothe their consciences, he took them out into the yard, handed them some potatoes that had begun to sprout spidery legs, and told them they were truffula seeds. The kids planted the whole lot. I had my doubts that they would grow at all, because most things put out in February die a miserable death. Not these spuds! They’re coming up everywhere.
This is probably the last batch of veggies we’ll harvest before moving to the new place. It makes me a little melancholy to think about that.
I cheer up whenever I glance over at this little display of an embroidery project I finished last night and the marigold in the hand-decorated planter Sam gave me for Mother’s Day. These things will help me feel at home in the strange new place we’ll be inhabiting shortly.
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Here Claire is looking at me as if to say, “what’s up, mommy?” I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath and tally up all that’s been happening.
It’s ironic that the most interesting and busy times of my life are precisely the times that allow me the least freedom for writing and thinking about what’s going on. You could surmise from the infrequency of my posting during the last several months that things have been very interesting for me…and you would be right! Selling our home, searching for a new place to live, saying “good-bye” to my brother as he moved back to Montana, helping my son through his first year of school, working on lots of craft projects, watching the antics of my daughter, cheering on my husband as he trains for the Seattle-to-Portland Bicycle Classic (STP)…things have been very interesting indeed! I really wish I had a day-to-day record of these events, and hereby resolve to make journaling higher in my list of priorities.
As I hinted above, I’ve been busy with crafting projects too. I might as well show off a couple of items I’ve completed recently! I used up some leftover yarn from my waving lace socks to make a pair for Claire, who adores purple. These toddler socks are the cutest little things! They knit up really quickly too. They’re the perfect project for someone like me who occasionally needs instant gratification.
Mindless stockinette knitting is really appealing to me right now. Being as busy as I have been hasn’t left my mind in its sharpest condition. Yesterday, I accidentally threw away a bottle of pills I had just had refilled at the pharmacy, thinking it was the empty bottle. Oops! How am I going to explain that one to the pharmacist?
Anyway, a felting project turned out to be a good idea while my brain was turning into mush. I steadfastly ignored every single “mistake” I made while knitting this bag (which if you know me at all is a miracle) and not one of them is apparent after I ran the piece through the laundry machine a few times.
The bag didn’t shrink much during the felting process. I was really surprised. It turned into a lovely thick and firm fabric (yay Lopi!), but retained most of its gigantic proportions. While I was considering serveral options for making it a little smaller (pleating the sides or cutting and sewing) my mother came for a short visit, saw it and proclaimed undying love for the bag just as it was. I gladly gave her the bag and can imaging her using it to tote her projects to and from her various sewing circles. This thought makes me happy.
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