Thanks for nothing!

I came up with the perfect birthday gift for David, the man who is impossible to buy for: NOTHING.

Now, this isn’t as stingy – nor as easy – as it sounds.  The nothing I gave him took a great deal of time and effort, and I am incredibly proud of myself.

There is, right now, nothing on the floor of our bedroom except furniture and Bonesy’s dog bed. Nothing on the hope chest at the foot of our bed. Nothing on the bed itself, nothing on the little desk by the window.  Nothing.

It was not just a matter of tidying up and putting things back where they belong. I had piles of things that were lying around because they did not belong anywhere. Piles that, you know, I was in the midst of “processing,” never mind the fact that some of them had been shuffled from surface to surface for years. Piles that I have known, for as long as they have been there, drive David crazy.  Frankly, the piles have driven me crazy, too. I spend an inordinate amount of time in bed, and every minute I lie there I have had to stare at those piles. It’s been incredibly depressing.

But no longer! I have schlepped every last non-essential thing that was visible in my bedroom down to Qui– to a secret location that may or may not rhyme with “Finland’s Broom” but which I am certain is not currently in use. I figure I can bring things upstairs one at a time between now and December (by which time the location will need to be cleared), and decide if I want to find homes for them or let them go. Either way, neither David nor I will have to live with a cluttered master bedroom for one more second.

Hooray! Happy birthday, David! Good job, me!

Oh, yeah, life goes on…

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Here’s Bonesy resting in a sunbeam, just because he is the cutest ever.

Whew! Life has been rocketing by at 100 miles per hour, but summer is here now, and hopefully things will get back to a more livable pace. There are all kinds of exciting things to tell you about, but first, let’s bridge back to where we were last: in one of our MANY winter snow days. They had to add a ton of days to the school year here in Portland to make up for all the days the kids missed. Continue reading “Oh, yeah, life goes on…”

Treading water

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Raise your hand if you know what a riptide is! You may know it as a rip current (the official term) or an undertow, but we called them riptides when I was young. These are strong, sneaky currents that pull people away from the shore. If you try to swim against it, no matter how strong a swimmer you may be, it will tire you out and you will drown. Kids who grow up in beach towns, like I did, are taught that you don’t struggle; you just let the rip tide carry you along as you float or tread water. Ultimately, it will release you and you can swim back to shore (or, often, walk out; riptides usually circle back to shallow water) and make the long hike back down the beach to your towel and your friends.

Anyway, the moral of the story is this: I have spent much of the last few months caught in the riptide of life. To conserve energy, I have either been floating or treading water most of the time, but as August draws to a close, I’m starting to feel the old riptide loosening its grip on me. I need to be careful about how I get back into the swing of things, since my two speeds seem to be “off” and “reckless endangerment,” but hopefully you will start to hear a bit more from me in the coming weeks!

Hope all of you had a restful summer!

“Undertow” by versageek CC BY