Wow. I started this blog thinking it would be a nice way to communicate with friends and family online all at once. And then I didn't add entries. For six months. Wow. Yikes. Oops.
It has been such a busy, yet normal, six months. We made it through the winter with minimal scarring and blues. I am thankful for that. Spring came and went and gave us some of the most beautiful days since we've moved to Alaska.
Summer has arrived and the days are long, long, long. I am loving the long days. But now we are loosing daylight each day. And that's ok. It's part of how things go.
I went on my first camping trip with my husband since we got married....way to long ago....and enjoyed it so very much. We will be doing it again next week as we go fishing, or dip netting, down south.
Summer has been busy. So busy. We had our regional convention during June and it has thrown our entire calendar off as we are used to enjoying this during Labor Day weekend. I wish I could go again. And again. But here in Alaska, it's once and done.
There have been many more adventures every day. And that's what I love about life.
I almost forgot to add that I finally met another woman with the same birth defect as myself, Turner Syndrome, since I was diagnosed 20 years ago. And she's also a sister in the Truth. A sister and a fellow butterfly. We became instantly bonded. And cried tears of joy as we embraced. There are just some things only a fellow butterfly can understand. And to have someone who can understand those things from Jehovah's perspective is just priceless. I'm so happy to have her in my life. It's a bond I was truly missing. She's just so sweet and cute. I loved her as soon as I saw her face and saw so much of my own. You see, there are certain physical characteristics that are common to butterflies and I saw all of these in her. We both made the comment we resemble each other more than our families. And it's true. And amazing. And I could go on. I would post a picture, but we forgot to take one and I'll have to get her say so obviously. So I guess I'll just have to go have lunch with little miss in Anchorage. Not a problem!
Well, that's about all I can think of at the moment. I hope you all are feeling happy, healthy and loved. And that the sun rises on you smiling today. I would say the same of myself, but here in Alaska, it hasn't set yet. No joke. I think I'll put together a photo post next that will share with you all a bit of our summer here in amazing Alaska.
Until then.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Saturday, December 14, 2013
When life gets tough
So I am having a time of missing my Oregon family lately and then I spied this scene here:
Let me explain. This lunch tote means a lot to me. My best friend (sassy) was with me when I bought it. It's been on countless long days of field service and convention after convention, assembly after assembly. So this is an amazing reminder. It's the Truth and an unbreakable attachment to Jehovah that makes hard times easier - survivable. So when life gets tough, I'm going to grab my tote and go forward in the Truth. Never letting go of the brotherhood I've met and love and miss dearly that helped bring me through plenty of tough days before. I love you all and miss you - hold tight to each other. And I'll do the same from a distance!
Let me explain. This lunch tote means a lot to me. My best friend (sassy) was with me when I bought it. It's been on countless long days of field service and convention after convention, assembly after assembly. So this is an amazing reminder. It's the Truth and an unbreakable attachment to Jehovah that makes hard times easier - survivable. So when life gets tough, I'm going to grab my tote and go forward in the Truth. Never letting go of the brotherhood I've met and love and miss dearly that helped bring me through plenty of tough days before. I love you all and miss you - hold tight to each other. And I'll do the same from a distance! And Judy - no deal on taking back the cold temps. It's my love coming to you! Thank you for the photo. It made my day!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Updates, Oopsies and Ouchies.
Well, hello there! Yes, I'm still here. Frozen. But here.
So what's been going on in your world? I'll tell you about what is going on in ours:
Winter is here. There's no doubt about that. With it brings freezing rain, slipping and falling and bumping the head. A couple of times. But I'm fine in the end.
It also brings our last car payment! Yep. No more vehicle payments. We own them now. But they both need repairs. You know the old adage that once you pay it off, it breaks. My dear one has diagnosed the Jeep and the parts should be here any day and we'll get her up and running and on the auction block through a private sale.
I'm of two minds: One, I don't really want to take on another used vehicle. Two, if we buy something outright that costs less and put the difference to the bills we still owe, we could come out ahead in the deal. I just don't know which way it'll go. It depends on how much we are able to get for it in the long run. Whoever buys it is getting a great vehicle. We've done so much maintenance and taken such good care of her that they should have no problems other than the standard that come with aging. She's given us fits at times but has been a good girl, too. I'm kind of sad to see her go, but I know that we just can't afford to put our eggs in her basket.
We got to go to a Huey Lewis and the News concert in Anchorage a couple of weeks ago. It was fantastic. Like being transported back in time! Haha - do you see what I did there? A shameless reference to Back to the Future theme song. Silly girl.
I adopted a new pet. I miss my Bearsy Boy something fierce and it kills me not knowing if he's still alive and if he's doing well and is happy. But I am better off hoping that he is and imagining he's fat and happy and forgives me for leaving him behind in Oregon. My new boy is a Betta fish. It's about the only thing a landlord against pets can't complain about. He's beautiful and actually has quite the personality. My mister has dubbed him "Arnold." since he's a terminator. Cute! He's so stubborn that he WILL NOT eat any pellets though. I've tried just about every brand. He actually tried this last one that I was told by someone she has never ever seen a Betta reject it. Well, Arnold did. Sigh. He will eat the flakes though.. It's just a lot easier to feed him pellets as far as keeping his tank clean goes. And what a tank he has. Five gallons all to himself. Spoiled little one. But I enjoy him.
Work is going well. It's fun being used everywhere in the store. But frustrating as well. Where do I work? Well, I work in Paint as my home department but I rarely spend time there as of late. Most of my time is spent in tool rental, making deliveries, at the returns or service desk, or in garden or hardware. Oh and I forgot that I also cashier and play head cashier. Phew! I guess it's good to be able to do many things, but it is hard to bounce around as well.
As we begin our THIRD!! winter here in Alaska, I can't help but longing for the beautiful blue skies of Oregon and the smiles of our friends that reside under them. We are doing well here, though. And we are growing together as a united spiritual family of two. And it doesn't hurt that our best friends and their babies came up here, too. So I'm never really alone.
So three years and two congregations later, we are here for the duration it seems. I just wish it was easier to visit loved ones. It's quite a long drive from home to anywhere outside of the metro area of Alaska.
So what's next? Well, a trip to Hawaii in celebration of our 20th wedding anniversary coming up in 2015. I know it's early, but you really have to plan ahead :) A train trip down to Seward with an overnight stay as soon as the train that runs there is running again in the springtime and perhaps a trip up to Fairbanks to watch the northern lights or something like that. It's breathtaking when they come out here in the valley, but I really want to see them from Fairbanks/North Pole. I guess that's one of the perks of the dark winter days and nights.
Speaking of dark, it's getting late and I'm settling in for the night.
We send our love to you all. Stay snug and stay safe. Happy Winter Skies, all.
So what's been going on in your world? I'll tell you about what is going on in ours:
Winter is here. There's no doubt about that. With it brings freezing rain, slipping and falling and bumping the head. A couple of times. But I'm fine in the end.
It also brings our last car payment! Yep. No more vehicle payments. We own them now. But they both need repairs. You know the old adage that once you pay it off, it breaks. My dear one has diagnosed the Jeep and the parts should be here any day and we'll get her up and running and on the auction block through a private sale.
I'm of two minds: One, I don't really want to take on another used vehicle. Two, if we buy something outright that costs less and put the difference to the bills we still owe, we could come out ahead in the deal. I just don't know which way it'll go. It depends on how much we are able to get for it in the long run. Whoever buys it is getting a great vehicle. We've done so much maintenance and taken such good care of her that they should have no problems other than the standard that come with aging. She's given us fits at times but has been a good girl, too. I'm kind of sad to see her go, but I know that we just can't afford to put our eggs in her basket.
We got to go to a Huey Lewis and the News concert in Anchorage a couple of weeks ago. It was fantastic. Like being transported back in time! Haha - do you see what I did there? A shameless reference to Back to the Future theme song. Silly girl.
I adopted a new pet. I miss my Bearsy Boy something fierce and it kills me not knowing if he's still alive and if he's doing well and is happy. But I am better off hoping that he is and imagining he's fat and happy and forgives me for leaving him behind in Oregon. My new boy is a Betta fish. It's about the only thing a landlord against pets can't complain about. He's beautiful and actually has quite the personality. My mister has dubbed him "Arnold." since he's a terminator. Cute! He's so stubborn that he WILL NOT eat any pellets though. I've tried just about every brand. He actually tried this last one that I was told by someone she has never ever seen a Betta reject it. Well, Arnold did. Sigh. He will eat the flakes though.. It's just a lot easier to feed him pellets as far as keeping his tank clean goes. And what a tank he has. Five gallons all to himself. Spoiled little one. But I enjoy him.
Work is going well. It's fun being used everywhere in the store. But frustrating as well. Where do I work? Well, I work in Paint as my home department but I rarely spend time there as of late. Most of my time is spent in tool rental, making deliveries, at the returns or service desk, or in garden or hardware. Oh and I forgot that I also cashier and play head cashier. Phew! I guess it's good to be able to do many things, but it is hard to bounce around as well.
As we begin our THIRD!! winter here in Alaska, I can't help but longing for the beautiful blue skies of Oregon and the smiles of our friends that reside under them. We are doing well here, though. And we are growing together as a united spiritual family of two. And it doesn't hurt that our best friends and their babies came up here, too. So I'm never really alone.
So three years and two congregations later, we are here for the duration it seems. I just wish it was easier to visit loved ones. It's quite a long drive from home to anywhere outside of the metro area of Alaska.
So what's next? Well, a trip to Hawaii in celebration of our 20th wedding anniversary coming up in 2015. I know it's early, but you really have to plan ahead :) A train trip down to Seward with an overnight stay as soon as the train that runs there is running again in the springtime and perhaps a trip up to Fairbanks to watch the northern lights or something like that. It's breathtaking when they come out here in the valley, but I really want to see them from Fairbanks/North Pole. I guess that's one of the perks of the dark winter days and nights.
Speaking of dark, it's getting late and I'm settling in for the night.
We send our love to you all. Stay snug and stay safe. Happy Winter Skies, all.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Soap and Dirt
I've begun to embrace the idea of doing things for myself. I've decided to try a few things on the easy side and they are going well. The first is to grow some vegetables. I have a tomato and banana pepper plant that are producing well. I've decided to expand that next year as much as possible in temporary housing (ie: rental). I want to grow my own "Salsa Garden" as I call it.
My next project was to manufacture my own laundry soap. And it was amazingly easy. Just a few ingredients and you are in business. For pennies on the dollar of what it costs to purchase. I've done a couple of loads of wash with it and I'm happy. Given time, I'll learn what works best for us and adjust my recipe accordingly. But our laundry smells fabulous! And I didn't add the crystals that are optional in the recipe below even.
Directions: Mix well and store in containers with lids. Or I guess you could use a previous laundry soap bucket or a 3 or 5 gallon bucket from the store and mix it in that. For my storage purposes (that's a lot of weight to put in one container for sitting on a storage shelf), I chose to use some small plastic tubs that I bought in our paint department at Home Depot that are the size of larger butter tubs. This mixture filled up three without the extra crystals mixed in. I wanted to keep it as scent free as possible. No need to walk around smelling like the laundry aisle :)
I tossed around the idea of halving the recipe as it is super fast and easy to make when needed but in the end it was easier just to use the entire contents of each box and have done with it.
Here's some of what I harvested one day not too long ago:
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| The banana peppers made a delicious saute with some onion. They tasted like Bok Choy to me. Eaten raw, they taste like a traditional bell pepper. Our local store has the nerve to charge $4.99/lb for these. The plant cost me about $8 in start up costs and has produced oodles of peppers! |
My next project was to manufacture my own laundry soap. And it was amazingly easy. Just a few ingredients and you are in business. For pennies on the dollar of what it costs to purchase. I've done a couple of loads of wash with it and I'm happy. Given time, I'll learn what works best for us and adjust my recipe accordingly. But our laundry smells fabulous! And I didn't add the crystals that are optional in the recipe below even.
POWDER DETERGENT:
2 bars Fels Naptha or Zote soap prepared*
1 4 lb. box of Arm & Hammer baking soda
1 3lb 7oz box of Arm & Hammer washing soda
1 4 lb. 12 oz box of Borax
1 3lb container of OxiClean if so desired.
1 or 2 bottles of 55oz Purex crystals laundry enhancer if so desired.
Believe it or not, the majority of these ingredients were pretty much lined up all on the same shelf at our local Wally World. It was so easy to find them.
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| Completed Laundry Soap with the OxiClean scoop. The yellow flakes are the Fels Naptha soap. |
Directions: Mix well and store in containers with lids. Or I guess you could use a previous laundry soap bucket or a 3 or 5 gallon bucket from the store and mix it in that. For my storage purposes (that's a lot of weight to put in one container for sitting on a storage shelf), I chose to use some small plastic tubs that I bought in our paint department at Home Depot that are the size of larger butter tubs. This mixture filled up three without the extra crystals mixed in. I wanted to keep it as scent free as possible. No need to walk around smelling like the laundry aisle :)
I tossed around the idea of halving the recipe as it is super fast and easy to make when needed but in the end it was easier just to use the entire contents of each box and have done with it.
Use two tablespoons per load for heavy soiled and one for average laundry. Although I must confess that I will probably always use two. Here's a bonus for you: The OxiClean should come with a scoop for dispensing. This is exactly two tablespoons so just toss it in your bucket and use one scoop per load. Make sure you label the product with dispensing instructions in case someone else is helping with the laundry. (Hey, you can dream can't you?).
Well, that's my little foray into becoming more do-it-herself and less buy-it-done. Wonder what I'll get myself into next. Raising chickens for my own eggs? Hmm...One just does not know.
*To prepare the soap, grate it using the small size of a cheese grater. Not the super fine one - it's too small and just destroys the soap. Take the mixture and put in food processor to create small powdery pieces. If you don't use a food processor to get it to a finer consistency, then you just dissolve the mixture it in a pint of hot water before putting in washer. Of course, make sure you clean your grater and process super well. You don't want to be tasting soapy cheese on your tacos the following night. :)
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I'm finally cool !!
I had just an amazing time in Arizona. I, of course, had to go to see to my father's affairs and be with the family as we celebrated his life. While I was gone, the mister went a little crazy. Now we'd been talking over the possibility of purchasing him an ATV for a couple of weeks or more prior to my leaving but then I get a text one day with a picture attached...ATV is in the garage...With a note that I should go visit Arizona more often. That's just my mister. God love him. So we took him out for a spin on Sunday. We had not spent any family time together in some time so it was amazing just to be in his presence with the world gone, technology out of the way. Just the three of us...And now I'm finally cool according to my mister. I've been embracing the Alaska lifestyle as of late and he couldn't be more thrilled. His response to our adventure inspired the title of this post. I'm finally cool! Yippee! I'm about to loose my humility but I think I'm just adorable on an ATV. Can't wait to get my own...a little smaller and more manageable for my size.
And a side note...not enough can be said for the love and support I've received in this very difficult month. Thank you so much, each and every single one of you! You have all been there in different ways, shapes and forms and each one of you at the perfect time. It's hard to go through something like this, and in my case twice, but there are so many amazing people in my life that I'm thankful to know just how amazing they are now. (As if I didn't know that before!) I love you all. Time marches on and I'm looking forward to the easier days ahead that healing will bring.
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| My mister absolutely adores this photo :) |
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| Taking a break to cool down. It was a hot one here in the AK outback . |
And a side note...not enough can be said for the love and support I've received in this very difficult month. Thank you so much, each and every single one of you! You have all been there in different ways, shapes and forms and each one of you at the perfect time. It's hard to go through something like this, and in my case twice, but there are so many amazing people in my life that I'm thankful to know just how amazing they are now. (As if I didn't know that before!) I love you all. Time marches on and I'm looking forward to the easier days ahead that healing will bring.
For now, I'm in love with this Alaska summer and the amazing things it has brought to me. It will be one I will never forget. It has left such vivid impressions and memories in my life like none before. Thank you all for being a part of my life, good and bad, happy and sad.
I'm off to embrace the rest of the summer and hopefully get really muddy on my next outing on the green machine. But one last warning. I will never gut my own fish. Nope. I guess being ultra cool will just have to wait.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Another story has been written...And it breaks my heart...
I see that I haven't posted in awhile. Sorry about that. It's been a busy but beautiful summer here in Alaska. Only the occasional gray day. That was until yesterday. Then things got gray in a hurry...
I got that call that no one likes. Ever. My sister had to tell me that my father was gone. Died. What?
It is still sinking in that my parents are both gone now. I have a hard time to pull myself together. And carry on. And I'm especially having a hard time with how much this bothers me. My father was unique. And his uniqueness created an aloof kind of relationship between us two. It started out as a very close relationship between a father and daughter and somehow, some way, it faded. I have a couple of theories as to why and how but none of that matters now. There is no relationship to be rekindled, repaired. He is gone.
I've gone through just about every emotion I think possible over the last few hours and days and will continue to fight through them as they come up. I will miss him. Despite it all, I still loved him. He was always my father. The man helped bring me to life with my mom out of so much love. I was his baby girl who he couldn't wait to get home to and then torture to the point of crying, as was just his way.
He was my dad. My father. And he was proud of me. And I wish I could just make sure he knows how much I love him and that I don't care about all the mistakes he made. And make sure he forgives me for the mistakes I have made. At this point, I'm just numb really. Trying to block out the guilt, frustration at what addiction and disease took from me long before he died. I'm angry at the alcoholism. The decisions he made. What he decided to give up for it. But he was who he was and decided what he decided. The same as any of do. For good or bad, life must be lived and we must suffer through our mistakes and rejoice in our successes. It's just so hard to watch those things happen when you want to fix them. Repair them. Stop them from happening. Don't make that choice. Please. I need you. I don't want to have this relationship with you, I want more. But I couldn't stop it. Couldn't change it. Only he could. And I'm not entirely certain he had the ability either.
I wish I wasn't so sad over him and that I could just shut off the pain. He was not the best man and father to me. He made bad choices. He made me furious. I learned to love him from afar a long time ago. And now that he's gone, I can't help but wondering. Was that the right thing? I think it was. It was just too hard to be a part of his life for me. We just never spoke the same language. He tried. I could have tried harder. But it is written now. The story is told for now.
I love you dad. I love you for bringing me into this world, for seeing to it that I was provided for and for so many little things. I hope that I can come up with some pleasant happy memories of you as time goes on. So much of my childhood has you missing or is wrapped up in things I'd rather not think on. It makes me so mad that I mourn you this much when you were suffering in all sorts of ways throughout your life. I wish I could be happy that you are resting and free of it all and that when you wake up, you'll be better. And I'll finally get to meet the father I missed growing up. I will be overjoyed. And you will be too. And maybe one day soon, I'll be able to understand.
I got that call that no one likes. Ever. My sister had to tell me that my father was gone. Died. What?
It is still sinking in that my parents are both gone now. I have a hard time to pull myself together. And carry on. And I'm especially having a hard time with how much this bothers me. My father was unique. And his uniqueness created an aloof kind of relationship between us two. It started out as a very close relationship between a father and daughter and somehow, some way, it faded. I have a couple of theories as to why and how but none of that matters now. There is no relationship to be rekindled, repaired. He is gone.
I've gone through just about every emotion I think possible over the last few hours and days and will continue to fight through them as they come up. I will miss him. Despite it all, I still loved him. He was always my father. The man helped bring me to life with my mom out of so much love. I was his baby girl who he couldn't wait to get home to and then torture to the point of crying, as was just his way.
He was my dad. My father. And he was proud of me. And I wish I could just make sure he knows how much I love him and that I don't care about all the mistakes he made. And make sure he forgives me for the mistakes I have made. At this point, I'm just numb really. Trying to block out the guilt, frustration at what addiction and disease took from me long before he died. I'm angry at the alcoholism. The decisions he made. What he decided to give up for it. But he was who he was and decided what he decided. The same as any of do. For good or bad, life must be lived and we must suffer through our mistakes and rejoice in our successes. It's just so hard to watch those things happen when you want to fix them. Repair them. Stop them from happening. Don't make that choice. Please. I need you. I don't want to have this relationship with you, I want more. But I couldn't stop it. Couldn't change it. Only he could. And I'm not entirely certain he had the ability either.
I wish I wasn't so sad over him and that I could just shut off the pain. He was not the best man and father to me. He made bad choices. He made me furious. I learned to love him from afar a long time ago. And now that he's gone, I can't help but wondering. Was that the right thing? I think it was. It was just too hard to be a part of his life for me. We just never spoke the same language. He tried. I could have tried harder. But it is written now. The story is told for now.
I love you dad. I love you for bringing me into this world, for seeing to it that I was provided for and for so many little things. I hope that I can come up with some pleasant happy memories of you as time goes on. So much of my childhood has you missing or is wrapped up in things I'd rather not think on. It makes me so mad that I mourn you this much when you were suffering in all sorts of ways throughout your life. I wish I could be happy that you are resting and free of it all and that when you wake up, you'll be better. And I'll finally get to meet the father I missed growing up. I will be overjoyed. And you will be too. And maybe one day soon, I'll be able to understand.
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| Dad and my baby sis in 2010. I hope I can find one of us together some day. |
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Moving Days and Calendar Checks
Alaska, you can be funny sometimes! More on that in a minute...
But first...We got a place to live! Yay! We moved about half in today and will hopefully have the rest done on Saturday with tomorrow being used to load up and clean up out of the house sitting job. I am hoping. With both of us having to work, it's kind of difficult to see it through as quickly as we hoped. But you never know. If things get done faster than I think tomorrow, we just might be done and I can go home after work. That's a possibility if Mister has help during the day. Possible but not probable. Saturday is looking good for getting everything done. Sunday for cleaning and one last walk through here at the house we are watching. They'll be home a couple of days after that so great timing all in all. All of the boxes we had stored (and yes a fair amount had pictures and theocratic books) got soaked due to a leaky trailer roof we had no idea was happening the past few weeks. So it remains to be seen just how much we are able to save. They are still boxed up in the house right now. There has been no time to unpack them yet. I am thinking of getting some nice totes or something to put them in so that this doesn't happen again for storage and easy locating what we are able to salvage. No bookshelves = nowhere to display them. And to be honest, I'm not keen on adding bookshelves to my life right now. Weird I know. But it just feels like they don't belong. It's hard to explain, but I am left with a feeling of clutter and dirt/dust and all that comes with them that I'm not really wanting to take on again. It's hard to stay up on keeping them clean and not have random objects appear in, around, and on them all the time. OCD strikes again! Funny thing is, though, I I'm not nearly as adamant on being clean as I used to be. I used to not stop until every stitch of laundry was in its place Ironed. Hung up. Folded. Put away. But the last few weeks, I'm fortunate if I'm not folding last weeks' laundry while washing the current weeks'. Just no motivation. Perhaps that will change in this place. As I tidy up and organize, I am sure that I'll want it to stay that way. Small places thrive on proper organization. It is our home after all. It's hard to put your heart into cleaning and organizing a temporary residence like a house sitting job. Oh and when moving some boxes in today, I broke a few dishes already when I dropped a box. But oh well. These things happen. At least I'm the one that dropped it. No harm done. These things can be replaced.
Now back to the ever entertaining Alaska. They (the DMV) have extended the removal date for studded snow tires to Mid-May to allow for....gasp...winter storm advisory this weekend here. It is May, right? Right? And May usually means Spring/early Summer. At least it always has before. On the upside, it has been a fabulous couple of days up till now weather wise and I have been enjoying it so much. The extended daylight does a soul good. And when the Auroras come out, it's even better. But the unmistakable chill in the air tonight says that they've probably got that winter storm warning just about right. Sigh. Good thing the studs are still on the Jeep.
Well, better get my rest. We've got a very busy few weeks ahead of us with getting settled, changing congregations due to the move, circuit overseer visit with current congregation, two day Circuit Assembly, and then circuit overseer visit with new congregation. Phew! Can't wait. Here's to a happy summer for all and sunshine and warmth your way.
Oh, and to answer the question I know is going through your mind...No...the new place is not an igloo. Glad we got that cleared up!
But first...We got a place to live! Yay! We moved about half in today and will hopefully have the rest done on Saturday with tomorrow being used to load up and clean up out of the house sitting job. I am hoping. With both of us having to work, it's kind of difficult to see it through as quickly as we hoped. But you never know. If things get done faster than I think tomorrow, we just might be done and I can go home after work. That's a possibility if Mister has help during the day. Possible but not probable. Saturday is looking good for getting everything done. Sunday for cleaning and one last walk through here at the house we are watching. They'll be home a couple of days after that so great timing all in all. All of the boxes we had stored (and yes a fair amount had pictures and theocratic books) got soaked due to a leaky trailer roof we had no idea was happening the past few weeks. So it remains to be seen just how much we are able to save. They are still boxed up in the house right now. There has been no time to unpack them yet. I am thinking of getting some nice totes or something to put them in so that this doesn't happen again for storage and easy locating what we are able to salvage. No bookshelves = nowhere to display them. And to be honest, I'm not keen on adding bookshelves to my life right now. Weird I know. But it just feels like they don't belong. It's hard to explain, but I am left with a feeling of clutter and dirt/dust and all that comes with them that I'm not really wanting to take on again. It's hard to stay up on keeping them clean and not have random objects appear in, around, and on them all the time. OCD strikes again! Funny thing is, though, I I'm not nearly as adamant on being clean as I used to be. I used to not stop until every stitch of laundry was in its place Ironed. Hung up. Folded. Put away. But the last few weeks, I'm fortunate if I'm not folding last weeks' laundry while washing the current weeks'. Just no motivation. Perhaps that will change in this place. As I tidy up and organize, I am sure that I'll want it to stay that way. Small places thrive on proper organization. It is our home after all. It's hard to put your heart into cleaning and organizing a temporary residence like a house sitting job. Oh and when moving some boxes in today, I broke a few dishes already when I dropped a box. But oh well. These things happen. At least I'm the one that dropped it. No harm done. These things can be replaced.
Now back to the ever entertaining Alaska. They (the DMV) have extended the removal date for studded snow tires to Mid-May to allow for....gasp...winter storm advisory this weekend here. It is May, right? Right? And May usually means Spring/early Summer. At least it always has before. On the upside, it has been a fabulous couple of days up till now weather wise and I have been enjoying it so much. The extended daylight does a soul good. And when the Auroras come out, it's even better. But the unmistakable chill in the air tonight says that they've probably got that winter storm warning just about right. Sigh. Good thing the studs are still on the Jeep.
Well, better get my rest. We've got a very busy few weeks ahead of us with getting settled, changing congregations due to the move, circuit overseer visit with current congregation, two day Circuit Assembly, and then circuit overseer visit with new congregation. Phew! Can't wait. Here's to a happy summer for all and sunshine and warmth your way.
Oh, and to answer the question I know is going through your mind...No...the new place is not an igloo. Glad we got that cleared up!
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