portable magic is actually pretty heavy

I packed books the other day.
Thing 1 came to help.
In a matter of a couple of hours we managed to clear one of the two bookshelves.
I use both sides of these shelves, so we packed twelve boxes.

The books left on the other side are my TBRs I’m leaving them not only to have access to them for actual reading, but for staging when the time comes.

Stephen King said: Books are uniquely portable magic and I’m with him every step of the way. Though I find them less uniquely portable when they’re packed in heavy boxes.

When she woke from her nap, Baby K came to help.
Help is a fluid word when you’re a toddler.
I specifically built this box so she and her dolly (also called Birdie) could play in it.

Though that didn’t last long because she was much less helpful after she climbed out of the box. And we stopped packing all together when she discovered the drawer of highlighters.

I’m about to get after the rest of the other shelf, then I’ll pack all my journals.
I’ll move to the dining room next. The china cabinet and buffet won’t pack themselves. Then I can work on removing the rest of the art and photos from the walls.
We’ve got a plan to store some things going to the new house or to Thing 1’s (future) house to make it simpler for us when the painters come, and when the guys come to do the flooring. Then we’ll be minimally staged and ready when it comes time to put the house on the market.
One step at a time, y’all.

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would you rather – huitième partie

always be 10 minutes late or always be 20 minutes early
Twenty minutes early all day every day.

lose the ability to read or lose the ability to speak
Gah! Why did I do this to myself!?!
I think lose my ability to speak. I could write stuff down. I could sign and that would be OK once everyone around me learned to sign. I’m a visual learner, I need to be able to read all the things!

be able to command water or the wind
Water.
If Avatar: The Last Airbender taught me anything it’s that even though I’m a fixed earth sign I’d be a water bender. And I’d use my bending to be a healer.

know the history of every object you touched or be able to talk to animals
Know the history of every object I touch.
The idea of unlimited anthropological and sociological learning makes me absolutely giddy! What a powerfully important and helpful skill.

control space or time
Thing 1 and I had a conversation about this.
I was quick to choose time. Think of all we could do if we could control time.
One of my first examples was: Thing 2 could come visit and it would feel so long and we’d feel like we had enough quality time, but no time would have passed while she was here, so she wouldn’t have to take time off from work, etc.
She said, “Haven’t we learned that there’s always a catch? Don’t mess with time, Momma. Leave time alone.”
Um…

What would y’all rather?

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a tune for Tuesday vol 106

For quite a while I had a love-hate relationship with this song.
It would play and I’d be like, Oh yeah, I like this song! But other times, I’d be like, Meh, I don’t like this song.
This seriously went on for months.
Was it my mood?
Was it what I ate that day?
There was no rhyme nor reason as to why I would or wouldn’t like it when I heard it.
And then I realized I especially love the little jam at the end and that tipped the scales.

I’m curious what y’all think about this Backseat Lovers song Kilby Girl.
Let me know.

Please listen responsibly.

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Sunday morning at the home site 1.10.21

It was sunny but cold this Sunday morning.
Thing 1 and Baby K came with us, but I think they wish they stayed home.
The wind was brutal.

Our house has a lid now. I say lid because it’s not really a roof just yet…
Standing in that same spot in the garage under where the stairs will be.
To stand there and look up borders on overwhelming. I mean, I know it’s a four level townhouse, but good Lord, it’s tall!

It’s been dry for a while so we were able to go around to the back of the house this week.
That’s the beginnings of a roof deck up there at the top and I couldn’t be more excited!

Thanks for being on this journey with us, y’all!

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and so it begins

I ordered boxes and packing material.
They’re scheduled to arrive today.
YBW and I did a little dance around quantity and pricing when it came to what I wanted to order from Uline. He asked for half an hour to do some research to see what he could find.
He found packing paper cheaper. But he had to go get it. But it saved on shipping.
I wanted to have everything brought to me so I could begin working straight away.
We talked about how the lion’s share of the work packing this house and getting it ready will fall to me. I’m cool with that. I was clear about wanting to have enough of the proper tools to do the job.
He agreed completely.
He wanted me to have enough of the proper tools at the best price.
I agreed completely.

I’m not in a huge hurry to get this process started. What I mean is, I’m not eager to create chaos in the form of boxes and packing paper. I’m not eager to empty certain things from certain spaces in our house.
I’m not eager to live in chaos.
Even if it was just YBW and me, and not our daughter’s family, I’d not be eager to live in the chaos, but I hate to think I’m creating chaos for them too.
Yeah, yeah, they knew what they were getting into and all that…but still…

Anyway, I’ll begin with books, dishes and glassware. I’ll sort out all the music and media requested by our kids and pack what little we’ve decided to keep. I’ll remove art and photos from the walls.
This will make it easier to have the house painted in the next month or so. Even if I end up doing some of it myself.

I’m feeling a bit anxious, but I’m also feeling motivated.
I do love a project.
And though this one is huge, I can break it down into manageable portions.

I’ve moved twelve times in my life. And thrice before I was old enough to remember. I’m an excellent organizer. I’m an excellent packer.
My sense of adventure is tingling. My concept of how we’ll live in the new house inspires.
I’ll be leaning heavily on that as I prepare this house for our departure.

Leaving this house will be hard for YBW. He’s lived here nearly twenty three years. He raised his babies in this house. Saying goodbye will hurt his soul a bit. Moving from here will take a different kind of organization and packing for my husband. If I can take the pressure of organizing and packing the physical things off him, perhaps it will ease his emotional pressure.

He always says to me, “Your life would be boring without me.” Oftentimes this is after a particularly bad joke/pun, or when he’s being especially annoying with intent.
But he’s not wrong about it as it applies to moving house.
The new house was his idea. His dream. I was enthusiastic about getting on board and it became a shared dream.
As I begin the packing up of this house, I’ll hear his words. Sometimes when I hear them I’ll chuckle, others I’ll grumble. But I’ll always agree.

Please send all good vibes for efficient packing and prep.
I’ll be so very grateful.

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a tune for Tuesday vol 105

Taylor Momsen was Jenny Humphrey.
Jenny Humphrey was the girl I loved to hate on Gossip Girl.

Taylor Momsen is a singer/songwriter.
She is the voice of The Pretty Reckless.

The Pretty Reckless will release a new album in February.
Here is 25 from Death By Rock and Roll.
Let me know what you think.

Please listen responsibly.

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Sunday morning at the home site 1.3.21

Fourth floor loft and roof deck level is up!

It was cold and rainy on our first visit in the new year.
YBW and I went alone.
It was muddy as hell so we didn’t go around to the back of the house.

I took this pic standing in that same spot in the garage where the stairs will be.

To the right:
second floor living room
third floor main bedroom
fourth floor out to the roof deck

To the left:
second floor pantry powder room and dining room (kitchen is in the middle of the house)
third floor two guest bedrooms (full bath and laundry room are in the middle of the house)
fourth floor powder room and loft space and small front roof deck

Sometimes I can hardly believe it’s real!

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time to begin again

In a post on this same day last year, I wrote:

As I shift my focus to what’s ahead in 2020, I’m excited to see what the year brings. Interestingly enough, I find myself open to whatever comes with a surprising lack of expectations. (That’s today, be sure to check back to see how that changes.)
To be perfectly honest, I find it absolutely freeing!
No real expectations. What might that look like?

When I expressed my lack of expectations in regards to the coming year I could never have known what 2020 would bring.
And what it brought was a combination of horror and blessing.

The biggest part of me feels comfortable knowing I went into this ineffable year open to whatever would come. Especially when I consider what came.
From the first news of covid to the executive order from our governor designed to keep us all safe.
From the joy of teaching in the winter to the longest school break in my lifetime.
From the grief of all we lost to the opportunities being at home presented us.
From feeling lost and wandering the desert to that sparkle of hope the new year brings.

Disappointments loomed large.
I didn’t get into the grad school program.
Welcome to Night Vale Live postponed twice before finally canceled.
Not going to school.
Not seeing friends and family.
Not leaving the house.

Opportunities presented themselves.
I was able to begin and finish the Great and Arduous Process and share the photos and stories of our life with family and friends.
I purged and organized my closet and dresser.
I cleaned and sorted and organized anything that sat still long enough for me to touch it.
I went to Thing 1’s to ease my soul but the bonus was I helped her pack her house.
I met Thing 2’s precious new young man, Boyfriend M.
YBW and I went to Georgia and helped bring our daughter and her family home to our house.
YBW and I started the process of building our new home.

Change is tricky.
Sometimes good, sometimes simply inevitable.
Thing G left our home for the home of his mother.
Thing 1, Husband N, Baby K, and three dogs in our otherwise quiet home.
Living through the bathroom construction.
The concept of leaving this house for a new one.
The planning and packing and prepping for a move.

Joy is here. Sometimes shining brightly, sometimes partially hidden.
I am filled with gratitude.

I’m grateful the people I love are safe and healthy.
I’m grateful we’re financially stable, that we have a roof over our heads and food in the larder.
I’m grateful for what I learned about myself this year. And for what I learned about the people around me.
I’m grateful that I was a mood.
I’m grateful that I had opportunities.
I’m grateful for my growth. For learning more about myself. For realizing how strong and resilient I actually am.
I’m grateful that Baby K is in my house every single day. (Even Especially when she’s feisty AF.)
I’m grateful for this time with my daughter. I never expected either of us would choose to celebrate cohabitating, yet here we are. And sure, there are good and bad days, but we’re truly enjoying each other.
I’m grateful for YBW. For his love. For his sense of humor. For his kindness. For his ability to get under my skin. For his dream of a new home that sparked such lovely anticipation.
I’m grateful I chose to greet 2020 in this way:

I’m smart enough to know better than to ask 2020 to ‘bring it!”.
But feel completely comfortable saying, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Because I have hope.
Because I am of open of mind and heart.
And let’s be real, that’s the best way to walk into anything.

I find myself feeling hopeful about walking into 2021.
It’s so much more than that feeling of living though the nightmare of 2020 and imagining the coming year to be easier. It’s more a feeling of curiosity. A feeling of anticipation.
*Something’s Coming plays quietly in the background*

Am I tempting the Fates?
I think not.
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos have their hands full, they haven’t the time to consider me and my point of view.

My wish for all y’all as you move into the new year is you have love and hope in your pocket, you feel curious and of open mind and heart, you realize your own power and find good use for it.
It’s time to begin again.

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would you rather – septième partie

have a key the unlocks everything or a secret hideaway no one can enter but you
The Secret Garden showed me I can have both…
Though if I’m serious about it, I’d be more inclined to have a personal hideaway than want a key that could unlock everything.

build a snowman or a sandcastle
Snowman at the beach! (did Olaf teach us nothing?)

be able to play the violin or the drums
Drums and here’s why:
John Henry Bonham

have a nosy neighbor or be a noisy neighbor
I’d rather be a noisy neighbor.
I could choose to be quiet, but a noisy neighbor may not make that same choice.

listen to music or read a book
At this particular moment I’m going to say listen to music.

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a tune for Tuesday vol 104

How about a little Carpool Karaoke for week four?
Here’s James Cordon with a car full of folks singing Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).

Please listen responsibly.

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