I am a homebody, so perhaps it’s easier for me to deal with the day to day issues of protecting myself and my family from coronavirus. I’ve been staying home for the past two weeks…voluntarily. My friends in Monterey and Santa Clara County have been placed on Shelter in Place Orders. I’m grateful for that, as I am also a worrier.
Hoping that you are healthy and that you can appreciate the small pleasures that come from being at home:
dogs sleeping in your lap
hot cups of tea
and time to bake, clean, organize, relax and reflect.
I will conclude, as I always do, with “HUGS.” I am a hugger and, I must admit, I’m missing those.
I woke up with the “moving blues” today. I was not alone. My husband passed me in the kitchen transferring items from one spot to another and then back again and asked how I was doing. I think he knew.
“Moving is a drag!” I responded. “And, you?”
“I was thinking the same thing. Let’s go out!”
I’ve got to say banana blackberry pancakes can do a lot to improve one’s disposition! They fueled us throughout the day until we needed another diversion. It wasn’t hard to find one; we simply stepped out our front door and walked the neighborhood.
We live in an old part of the city that’s known for decking the halls big time! People walk our block, drive our block and rent carriages to trot down our block to see the lights. We’ve managed to decorate a bit and we’re gathering ideas to step up our game next year.
When we returned home with cold noses and ears, I was happy to see that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was just showing on t.v. My husband kindly agreed to indulge me as I sang along to my favorite childhood Christmas show.
Moving is still a drag and I still haven’t found the perfect organizational system for my new pantry. But, I’m reminded of the simple truth: All work and no play make Michele a very dull girl! Here’s to pancakes, lights, fantasy and the companionship of a lovely man!
What are you doing to balance your life during this busy season, dear reader?
I’ve been in my new home now for exactly 25 days. I always think that I should count the boxes when I move, but I never do. Part of me thinks it would give me a sense of accomplishment to know how many boxes had been packed and unpacked, but the smarter side of me knows that I’d be better off not knowing.
There are a lot of boxes. My husband and I love to collect…art, china, books and all things Christmas! I’ve managed to get through about 3/4 of them.
I’ve only had a washer/dryer for four days now and we are still waiting for California Closets to come and install new master bedroom closets in the empty spaces cleared by our contractor. But, we are almost fully functional here! As you can see, we have the bandwidth to consider rug options for our kitchen nook, so that’s an improvement over the first ten or so days when we were drowning in wrapping paper and trying to find the dust buster.
I am making friends with my new town and feeling confident that life here is going to offer so many opportunities to learn and grow. I’m truly excited to get beyond the “home set-up phase” and onto the “live my best life phase.”
I’ll be doing a reveal of my new pink shed soon. Watch for it!
My husband left this morning for Fresno, California to rescue his mother, Mary, from the 102° heat and bring her home tomorrow to spend the week with us. Our weather is an absolutely perfect 73°. So, despite the fact that my mother in law’s knee is acting its age (88 years old), she is sure to enjoy simply sitting in our garden.
Just in case you didn’t get it: I’m saying I’VE HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO MYSELF! I’ve had the entire house to myself. (Kinda, you’re never really alone when you have three dachshunds!) There was nothing on the calendar…nothing at all! Today was a rest day for me as I torched 800 calories in an hour yesterday at the gym. Then I ran errands and made my list for today. I was looking forward to getting a lot done before Mary’s arrival. This is what I planned to do:
Catch up on the laundry
Clean out the hall closet
Begin writing, if not the great American novel, a really lengthy, profound blog post
Clean out my email inbox and my overflowing magazine basket
And, finally, well, lots more cleaning and tidying…my mother in law is a very neat person; I am not.
But, you know, sometimes life just does not go as planned. After, strongly encouraging my husband to get an early start this morning, I fell into a leisurely, impromptu rhythm. Here’s what I did:
Made another pot of coffee
Poured a cup and sipped it in the sun
Caught up with a dear friend via email… we’re both writers who don’t love telephone conversation
Made a quick lunch and settled in to watch the Giants game
Heated up leftovers for my dinner and fed the dogs
Read the N.Y. Times
Called my husband to say “good-night” and tell him that I missed him
Sometimes the best days are the ones you don’t plan. However, tomorrow I do have plans! I’ll be up very early to begin working on that list!
When was the last time you had a day to yourself? What did you do?
The only way to watch a Royal Wedding is live on the BBC! The alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. and the preparations began. We put the kettle on, of course, and prepared proper English tea and (im)proper cucumber sandwiches.
We imagined it would be wonderful in every way, but could not have anticipated the palpable feeling of love and joy emanating from across the pond. As our country mourns another senseless school shooting, the Mother Country serves as an inspiration.
Let the buyer beware is very good advice! I should have considered it before I impulsively picked up an innocent looking pair of socks sitting by the cash register and added it to my purchase of a very respectable t-shirt.
In my defense:
My daughter had returned to school after her Spring Break the day before and I was feeling sentimental and missing her.
Winnie had chewed up my “evening/bedtime socks” and I needed another pair.
They were wrapped in ribbon imprinted with the brand name MOTHER, MOTHER, MOTHER and folded so that you could only read “MOTHER”.
I really feel that the sales girl in the chic little shop on Ocean Avenue should have warned me. But, since she did not…Winnie’s got two new chew toys!