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My latest post at DotMoms.
I swear I’ll quit talking about all of the big changes soon. I’m even starting to bore myself.
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I’ll be making that second house payment
…because I got the job for the Big Toy Manufacturer. I start at the end of August after I return from my trip east to visit family and friends (finally!)
Big changes afoot. Again.
My me reverie
The interview went very well but I haven’t heard anything yet. I will say that I’ll be very surprised if they don’t offer me the job, but then again, you never know. If they do I’ll take it even though I’m feeling a bit sad about giving up the rest of the summer and having only weekends to do things with the kids and work in the gardens. So much for leisurely days at the lake. Not that we’ve had any of those yet.
I’m just happy to have some extra days for unpacking, hauling more loads from the old house, building trellises in the gardens, planting more seeds, pushing Lila on the swing, sitting on the porch swing and talking about things like the power of money with Tyler. Time to prepare decent meals. Time for walks to the library. Time to sit and stare into the greenery and feel the gratitude wash over me in the warm breeze.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what to do with this blog when my time becomes super crunched. I’ve got another blog going public shortly for ClubMom where I’ll be writing about raising a teenager and a toddler in a blended family. I’ve also started a somewhat anonymous blog where I’m writing about love, sex, and marriage, and the unwinding of the patterns that have kept me from relaxing into my life. The anonymous part is just a psychological trick for myself so I can write a little more frankly. I haven’t yet found the courage to write more, shall we say vividly about sex, though that is my intention.
Just because I wanted to try out the platform and because I can’t seem to ever say no to another place to write on the internet, I also have a new blog at Vox which I’m using (thanks MizUntitled) in place of my lapsed space on LiveJournal. I like the gizmos, the ability to have posts friends and family, the music and book linkage, and the networking aspects. I have a couple of invites for basic service (you can read but not write–the writing ones will be forthcoming, I think.) I’m lucky to still be doing a monthly post at DotMoms, a site that has grown so much in the past year I can’t believe they want to keep me around.
So I think I’m going to focus Her Able Hands on food and garden, occasional crafting, and possibly writing. Though I think the writing about food and gardening might cover writing, in a way. At least in a way that pleases me.
And isn’t that what it’s all about? Me?
Get a job you lazy wench
I have that interview for the job with the big toy manufacturer today, and I’m in a bit of a panic. I must be in a massive panic to have fallen back to sleep this morning instead of getting up to write like I normally do. I dreamed about being back at Big Weekly News Magazine after an extended maternity leave, and everything about the building had changed. Elevators were like a small stadium seating area with lap locks like a roller coaster, open to the innards of the building like looking at a ball game, and the banks for certain floors were no longer marked properly. I couldn’t find my ID tag, and wandered around, riding up and down on these death traps of elevators, my stomach rushing into my throat.
Anxiety much?
Where my head spins and green bile spews forth from my face
Living here in this house must have been the dam in the river of life for us, because now that we’ve taken the action to move, the dam seems to have split apart, and the currents are swirling almost too fast for us to keep up.
We’ll start moving things over on Friday, but we’re only about 1/3 of the way packed. Trying to figure out how to juggle all of the different balls has turned into a logistical nightmare. I’m living by the grace of a very long list. Every day I end up driving into town to get rid of bags of things we’re purging. Sorry about that bag on the porch at the thrift store and the overstuffed donation box on Sunday, I tried to get that last one in there, but it wouldn’t fit. I promise it was some good stuff!
In between these thrift/dump runs, and Tylers’ classes, and packing, and doing 432 loads of laundry, and meal prep, and taking care of the animals, and playing with the kids, and the 25 phone calls a day, and planning for a few other big things that are coming down the pike, I’ve squeezed in hours to get things planted in the in-laws’ back yard. My head is spinning, and I feel like a crazy person who wants to kick everybody in the balls. Just because. Can somebody please come out here with a dozen bales of straw to mulch up the rows of fast-growing potatoes? The weeds are starting to catch up with the plants, and I just stand at the kitchen sink and look out at the rows turning green and think, “Huh. Wonder whose dumbass, big idea it was to plant potatoes in the middle of a MOVE? Furktard.”
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
