10 August 2014

it's only august...!

i heard the other day that to change your attitude -- and perhaps those of the folks around you -- you could, instead of saying: "it's august already?!", say: "it's only august...!" like, in the first case, you're all bummed over half the year being gone. in the second case, you're realising how much of the year is left. how much of your life has gone, how much of your life has left. how far your glass is empty, how far your glass is full.

so. it's only august...!

this summer i:
+ experienced a broken, then healed, wrist.
+ moved out of the house... then moved back into the house.
+ got a promotion. (there's no second part to that one.)

i have thought of many things i wished to tell you, but couldn't because
+ it's difficult to type with a broken wrist.
+ my computer was packed.
+ there was no good place to use my computer.
+ i forgot what i wanted to tell you before i even found the time to think about telling you.

many things could cause one to move out of ones house but the only one of those things which is true for me is that i moved out because the house was being remodeled. we had hardwood floors put in throughout the entire house and that's a process which when it's in process renders a house unlivable. we moved in with his mom for a while, and then we moved in with junior and mrs junior and baby junior. during the entire process i had that broken wrist i mentioned, and also ran a marathon, went on two business trips, suffered food poisoning (don't eat the clams in st louis!), spent two weeks at summercamp, and played myriad soccer games.

it's both as much a hassle as it sounds like, and not as much a hassle.

before we got started, we thought we'd be out of the house about two weeks. we ended up out for eight. so, i wore two weeks' worth of clothes for eight weeks, and it really brought home to me how few clothes i need. i mean, there were a some items i missed, would have worked into the rotation, without which i was forced to do laundry more often, but really, it comes down to: hell, girl, how many clothes you need?!? while unpacking the boxes to move back into the house, i was glad to see some of the things, but ended up giving more clothes away.

i missed having my computer. i missed watching 'once upon a time' and 'rizzoli and isles'.

we ate out a lot of meals, and let me tell you how it goes, eating out a lot. at first, it's fun. because eating out is generally something special, when i get to eat out, it's a treat. breakfast out is especially special. so, at first, eating out is swell and neat. but, pretty soon the novelty wears off and it's actually quite a pain. no one does MY breakfast: one hard boiled egg, greek yogurt with peaches, a wheat english muffin with cream cheese. very few places are open for breakfast at 6am. it turns into a chore. but then time passes, as is its wont, and in its passing, time rubs the hard corners off the experience, and eating out becomes easier and easier until it is the default, the way we live life, simply what we do. eating at home seems the difficult chore.

i missed having a banana or a glass of wine when i wanted it. i missed having a comfortable chair.

we decided to ditch nearly all our old furniture. i mean, we're this far in debt, right? might as well go ahead and get new stuff to put in our new-cabinet kitchen and new-floor den. we are still putting things together, and we don't have any kitchen chairs yet, but we do have a kitchen table with two leaves, and a bed and dresser and nightstand (with a nightlight which glows underneath!), and a glass-door cabinet for the television components, and a brown recliner, and a blue sofa on order. we have a new rug by the new dishwarsher and a new soap dispenser beside the new sink in the bathroom. lots and lots and lots of new.

there was a time in my life when i missed having hardwood floors to slide around on, in my sock-feet.

but i don't miss that anymore.

[smile]

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