It’s been an unusually quiet Sunday, no soccer (Esther slept over at a friends and got a lift), no sailing (the captain is convalescing from surgery), nothing in the diary! How nice to have a day like this, for a change!
A quiet day is just what I need… because this has appeared on our garage roof:
So the demolition of our home of 15 years is fairly immanent, Patrick’s been really sick with flu, we have been intensely looking for houses and this ‘where are we going to live???’ topic has started invading just about most conversations with friends and family… In fact, I woke up with a terrible itchy rash all over my body – I am unaware that I have eaten anything unusual, so I have reason to believe that I am fairly stressed.
To reduce the stress, we have made a list of the next steps… who asks whom (solicitor, developer, bank) what in order to be prepared with a solid knowledge base for the next few steps (buying a new house…). The other really good thing to reduce stress is to get started… in this case – to throw out more stuff. I did go into my shed and tried… made a start… but this is what I found:
mini-jedi shoes made at my last job as a tailor (Star Wars: Attack of the Clones) before going to uni to study Philosophy.
Folders used for Philosophy notes re-appropriated for textile stuff.
A box labeled by Vincent in kindy – my only private space when the kids were little.
I went outside for air and was reminded of how very temporary our existence has been in our home over the last 3 years.
Garden furniture found in the street – just about to die.
A makeshift bbq, since the gas one truly gave up cooperation some time ago.
The Mexican oven held together by wire band aids.
Cardboard boxes appropriated as shooting range for archery practice.
And look at all the buildings we added to the magnificent estate of ours!
A possum home.
The Snoopy dog kennel.
The Cubby house.
The original chicken tractor.
Possum proof netting for the veggie gardens – now appropriated to house the beehives.
Another reminder of all our pets: the then toddler turtle sandpit appropriated as duck pond for Dory.
You know what is coming next? Yepp, I could not help myself looking at old photos of our house and all the milestones that we experienced in it. Parenthood, owner builder renovation, new hobbies. I am about to cry.
Learning about house building.
Appropriating a building site for a great playground.
Developing interest in tools.
Appropriating equipment at hand to stay fit…
…and enjoying multiple other outdoor pursuits!
Making the place safe by building banisters.
Learning to brew beer…
… and keep bees.
Learning to make connections.
Appropriating things for a table at dinner time.
Learning to check thoroughly for safety standards.
Appropriating anything for a bed when needed.
Making up stories about Bardula, the ghost, under our house.
Enough for now, I will leave this place – full of good fortune and joy – and be off to new adventures!
Home is where the heart is – and Patrick… thank you for sharing – I fell already a lot better!