In fantastic news, we DID officially get & move into the new house. In less fantastic news, the internet / phone company botched our installation, so we were without our beloved internet for a week or so. Between that & tracking back on to school, I have been a bit out of touch. Regardless, let’s kill some time before I leave to meet my little sister for dinner & talk about my latest crushes.
I love that this girl makes cute banners that say more than “Happy Birthday!” Not to fault the birthday banner, but this is something that I’d display on a more permanent basis as well as a good reminder!
I love that it’s almost time for the farmers’ market. Our local market is on hiatus from Christmas – May 1 & I’m jealous of all of those places that have markets that either stay open the entire year or open in April. I’ve been reading about fresh produce & berries & bread, and I’m excited that we’re less than three weeks away!
I’m also thrilled that the Friends of the Library is having a table at the aforementioned market as an entrepreneurial volunteer might have repeatedly suggested. If you are in the area, said volunteer will be staffing it on market opening day.
One of my husband’s & my guilty pleasures is Flight of the Conchords & we scored tickets for their Berkeley show as they’re on tour this year. They are balancing out the very girly, indie live music list of shows we’re seeing this spring / summer – Indigo Girls, She & Him, and Lilith Fair. So thanks to Jemaine & Bret, my husband will not lose ALL manly street cred in 2010 (despite my machinations otherwise).
And it wouldn’t be a post of things I like without a link to some necklace or earrings, right? I am digging how this girl combines hand-tatted lace with delicate metal chains to make some gorgeous, unique jewelry.
Ironically, being confined to my house for two weeks did NOT give me incentive to post more often. Indeed, it roughly halted all posting. I could say it was because I was focused on getting better, but it was actually because a) there’s not much to say about sitting in your house & b) I was too busy watching Glee. Here is a rough timeline of my last two weeks (post-hospital):
- have husband help me out of bed so as not to strain abdominal muscles
- decide shower is necessary but then wait too long & watch husband leave for work & resign self to another day on the couch
- read an entire book
- play computer game
- wish people updated their blogs more
- decide to post on own blog so as to cosmically encourage others to do so
- realize “I ate an entire piece of toast & read another book” is not an appropriate post
- decline to post
- text husband about when he is going to come home
- sigh copiously about the fact that he will be completing 8-hour workday, as per usual
- read another book
- text husband again (he is now x – 15 minutes closer to being home)
- have long phone conversations with a patient mother
- read another book
It’s been a fascinating two weeks. NOT! I feel like I regressed into the 80s to type that, but I am not going to delete it.
However, I do have some excellent news which is that we finally got a house. I think. Well, I am pretty sure. Until the key is in my hand, I won’t be positive, but conditions seem favorable. My best friend came to town yesterday (note: she fully supported my Glee addiction – validated!), and she saw it and liked it. Other than being obnoxiously large (which means my husband loves it), it is just right. It’s laid out just about perfectly. Next order of business? Finding a roommate so that their rent can be used to purchase furniture. We have 1000 sq ft of house right now, with furniture to match. That house is approximately three times the size.
So, to recap: I can put on my own pants now. We might be moving (maybe, probably, don’t want to jinx it). I wish I could sing like Mercedes on Glee. My husband is extremely patient & I love him.
I tried to stop talking about houses that we’d offered on since it was a fun roller coaster ride of the last 8 months (the time we’ve been actively looking & offering on houses), but I was actually asked to submit my earnest money & they deducted that (not insignificant) amount from my checking account, so I might have a different address come mid-September. All in all, not bad. That’d put us in the new house before:
- our birthdays (a week apart) & the party we traditionally have on the weekend between them
- I go off track at the end of October (which is excellent – time to get everything settled).
- we host a bunch of friends for the first weekend in November (because truly, where would I put 20 people in my current house? on the front lawn?)
- the holidays (one or more gathering might end up at our house this year – contingent on us procuring a dining room table that seats more than 6)
So, tentative success!
I absolutely detest cleaning things out. This is why our garage was impassable for 4 years & I still have a couple of bags & boxes that have survived MANY moves (out of my mom’s, back to my mom’s, to the dorm, home, to the dorm, home, to the apartment, to the duplex, to the house – amazingly 10 in 12 years, or rather 10 in 7 years & then none for the past 5). Our actual bedroom turned into a large storage room / closet about a year ago (not coincidentally around the time of our wedding). Between wedding paraphernalia & gifts and the rest of our junk, it turned into a repository of stuff that we chose to benignly ignore, skirting our way over boxes & inching past gifts. We took to sleeping in the “guest” bedroom & only going in our bedroom if we needed clothes.
Well, my secret personal goal for myself for this time off was to clean it out. I put it off & put it off. Some of my excuses were good (three weeks of company & can’t really make them watch me sort through unused wedding gifts) & some were lame (can’t put this book down because it’s a new read & I don’t know the ending!), but I buckled down yesterday & did approximately 3/5 of the work. I found old photos & sweet cards & wedding mementos & four pieces of clothing we’re relatively sure aren’t ours & a lot of trash.
Regardless, I got a great start & the idea that we won’t have to keep that door closed at all times to avoid offending people with our mess, well, it’s intoxicating.
After several eventful days in Southern California & Las Vegas, a la Dorothy, I can exclaim, “There’s no place like home!”
More details might be forthcoming when I am not dazed after 8 hours in the car with 2 boys – 1 completely hungover & 1 “making the best of it.”
When I return from a trip, I like to just melt into my bed. I like to fall back into the softness & comfort and just luxuriate. No matter how much fun you have on a trip, there is something almost poetically reassuring about cocooning yourself in your own covers. It turns the familiar into the sublime.
Side note: I slept 12 hours last night.
The best part about looking for a home in today’s market (in Central California, at least) is the enormous amount of variety available.
The worst part is knowing that most of these homes are empty because the former occupants have been evicted from their dream home. To compound the depressing-ness of it all, many of the photos of those homes show cheerful family pictures up.
It makes me feel like a vulture.