Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Whew I breathe
I'm still recovering it seems, still tired, still frayed a bit, edges worn. Not from the birthday day and night, but from the next day, the next night. The work on the "old house" is getting to me, to us, much more and we may crack. Almost done, I keep saying and re-saying. Mental tricks to keep me going, rattle and repeat. One job to the next, always moving, always more to do. Last time I will do this, and this, and this. Do it right and never again, I shout between my ears. The next phase will be fun, I just know it, I just know it. We grin and bare it for now, cautious with expression, not wanting to taint my parent's move, or good days during the week, or my little birthday. Soon it will be fun, soon. Just a little bit more, I tell myself, my hubby, my little bean. Until then I swallow a million times a second, we swallow and keep moving. Mental chatter best kept silent, released safely into the ground, buried, absorbed, muffled, whew I breathe, whew I breathe, whew I breathe.
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With old houses- well... are they ever finished?
When we found the house we live in now, I was crazy mad to have it. My husband- not so much. I looked at it and saw history, charm, grace, and craftsmanship from long ago. I saw sweethearts dancing, first breaths taken, last ones taken, gardens grown and meals cooked for over a century. He saw a lot of work.
I promised him that he never had to change one thing. I would take it "as is" and live here happily. Forever.
It's been a little over three years and he's pretty much taken me at my word. Luckily, the house hasn't needed much and I am content with no dishwasher, floors that aren't level, etc.
I know that someday though (and I dread that day), something major is going to have to be fixed.
I console myself with the fact than any house, old or new, is going to need work eventually.
Now- Ms. Ample- you have got to take care of your health. GOT TO. Because your body is the house you really are going to live in forever.
You know all that. You are very smart.
Listen to Ms. Moon Amp! Chill chill chill. Take a break for no reason. Decide something isn't that important. Your folks are far from being ready to move and they don't really care that much. You're the gift, not the house.
Chill, chill, chill. Reconsider what's really necessary constantly. Don't make me come down there (not until Xmas at least!) :P
Love ya!
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