Tuesday, August 28, 2007


CC and I checked out a few quilt shops today. The first had a lot of great fabric, but was run by two older guys who seemed to want to pressure people to buy something. Only a couple of other people in the shop and they didn't stay for long.

Found another quilt shop, smaller and fewer choices, but run by some fabulous women who told me all about the local quilt guilds, their shop's clubs, their classes, and anything and everything quilt-wise in the area. They had a basket of toys and books for CC and talked to her as well. Lots of people wandering in and out and sitting on the floor matching colors and picking out fabrics. I was in heaven.

Now, my dilemma is that I found out there's a big Shop Hop scheduled in the area for the same weekend that I move into my new house. Is it wrong to hope that my furniture won't be delivered until Monday so that I can make it to all the stores (the Hop starts on Thursday, so I should get some of it knocked out then).

Decisions, decisions, decisions . . .

Leaving well enough alone

Why is it that I think I must intervene when things are going well? Why do I think that I can always make it better?

The kids were having a great time last night in the hotel pool. B was throwing his life vest and pretending to catch CC, who was being a fish. They were having a great time. Then some other kids and their Mom and Dad joined us and all was fun and games.

So, today I went to Target and bought some diving sticks (various Super Heroes) and my two kids spent at least twenty minutes fighting over who got which one and if they were going to take turns and everything.

I should have just left well enough alone.

Monday, August 27, 2007

First Day

Well, we are here at the hotel in our new city. My DH noticed that I was getting twitches about the thought of being unconnected for two weeks, so he kindly packed up my computer and reminded me that I had wireless capabilities. I made it through the first evening and then set it up as soon as the kids went to bed tonight.

B had a good first day at school. He was a little nervous, but warmed up quickly. His teacher's name is Ms. Johnston. However, she is still out on maternity leave and won't be back for another couple of weeks. In the meantime, he has a sub -- Ms. Johnson. How's that for confusing a bunch of 1st graders and their parents?!?!?

CC also had a good day. She was excited to make new friends and play with the toys in child care at the preschool. She told me "Bye" and went in without a second look.

I also had a good first day. I have been very blessed with this new preschool job. One of my biggest concerns about my DH getting a transfer was the loss of my support network -- preschool, church, quilting, etc. In this new job, I have already found a wonderful group of people and I just feel at home already.

The hotel is nice. They have a pool to tire out the kids and a light dinner M-Th (tonight was tacos) with beer and wine. I have stocked my fridge with Dr. Pepper and Keebler Elf cookies. I have a separate living area so I don't have to go to bed when the kids do.

Pray for my DH. He's the one who has been left with the dog, a house needing paint and various repairs, and lots of instructions on what NOT to send with the movers. And no firm date for him to actually be on site for his new job.

My MIL gave me addresses for some quilt stores. CC and I have tomorrow off, so we will probably check at least one out after our (of course) trip to Target. I did good -- I remembered all the school supplies and the lunch bags and the cold packs, and only forgot B's backpack.

And now I'm off to settle in for the evening with some crochet and the TV. It's the little things that are frustrating -- like trying to learn new cable channels. And I have no WE -- what am I going to do without Bridezillas??

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Worry beads

Sometimes I think I need a set of worry beads just to have a focus for my obsessions. Everything is going smoothly with the new house, so of course I am convinced that there is something that I need to be doing, to be more active on, to be obsessed with.

Letting things happen and especially letting other people be in control of any part of my life just doesn't come naturally to me. At this point, I'm just trying to see what God wants me to learn. It's a slow process and it seems that I need many repetitions of my lessons.

We have a signed sales contract on the house. The inspector came yesterday and everything is structually sound. Some minor things that my dh wants to take care of himself. Yeah!

Relocation package came through, too, so I need to pick a mover. Now there will be an opportunity for growth for me. I am very excited about not having to do the packing. I know, however, that when the day comes, I will worry obsessively about whether or not they will do a good job and whether or not my millions of precious items will arrive safely. I keep wanting to pick out things to transport myself and the next thing you know, I've listed most of the contents of the house. What I need to remember is to take care of me, the kids, and the dog. Those earthly possessions are just stuff.

What a contemplative bent for a Wednesday morning.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

House pics

Well, it looks like things are going to work out on buying the new house. Still some final negotiations to do. Here are some pics we took when looking at it. The guy walking up to the house is our agent, John.

The house is 3 bdrms, formal dining and breakfast room, one living room and an enclosed sunroom. It's a narrow, but very long back yard (the property is on a curved corner, so it's pie-shaped).