It’s Christmas Eve
– and we wait, remembering the coming of the Light.
Moving Right Along…
I can’t believe we’re nearly a week into the new year!
For some reason I haven’t found it as difficult to remember the date (2023 instead of 22) when I’ve had to sign things so far, so that’s a plus 😀
We’re back in the business of looking for houses. Had a look at two on Tuesday, and have put in an application for one that we haven’t yet seen, but will have a look at tomorrow. Of the two we saw, one was nice but smaller than where we are now. The other was a lot bigger, and had plenty of space at a good price. It was also a museum of the 70s (although in very good condition). The wallpaper was either metallic floral or various patterns and flocked. Some floors were tiled, some were a very plush pale cream carpet – this included the internal stairs. Pretty much every single room had different wallpaper and flooring, which was slightly disorientating. Downstairs was partly taken up with a “rumpus room”, complete with wooden bar and fake wooden beams on the ceiling. It was unfurnished, but I could almost see a pool table and dartboard in there… The kitchen was original, including the ancient dishwasher, which, when opened, had a note inside saying, “Do not use. Brokken”.
The boys hated it.
I actually quite liked it, although I can imagine it would get annoying if we lived there. I enjoyed looking round – it felt, for a few minutes, as though I’d slipped through a crack in time to my childhood. I hope someone who will appreciate it gets to move in. It’s obvious that the previous residents loved it enough to maintain it well over the decades.
The house we’re looking at tomorrow seems closer to what we want, and hopefully we’ve sorted out the problems that might have been keeping us from getting places we’ve looked at previously. We shall see!
In the meantime, this new year still needs some plans and dreams in it 🙂
Here’s a song to ponder on, and keep priorities (and promises!) in view…
Little Boxes
Had a lovely time today, going through boxes in preparation for our eventual move. I felt great that I had the ability to achieve as much as I did, but it was perhaps more than I should have done 😆 We shall see tomorrow!
I’ve been packing bits and pieces for a while, but we’ve finally breached the dreaded CupboardUnderTheStairs. After (14…15…who knows?) years of homeschooling, there are boxes and boxes of paper. Sweet Bean finished his schooling at a distance ed school, but up until then we were flying under the radar with the education authorities, and got into the habit of saving schoolwork just in case we were called to account somewhere along the line. It’s been interesting seeing some of the early attempts again (and there’s still lots to look through!) but it takes ages to sort out the keep/throwaway piles.
Part of my packing strategy involves using as much “dead” space as I can – anything with any space to spare gets something shoved into it! This included all my Tardises (Tardisi?) at one point. At least one of them seems bigger on the inside!
There’s still room! 😆
Rest day tomorrow, then I’ll get stuck in again.
We still don’t really know where we’re going yet, but it should be interesting.
And there’s one thing I do know –
Of Dried Roses And Dancing Waves
My birthday was weeks ago now. Seems like years, in some ways… I still have a lovely bouquet of roses that I was given. They dried beautifully – even kept a bit of their colour.
Today, I am still recovering from some surgical procedures from last week that didn’t quite go the way they were planned. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I had to be woken up, and still need to go back at some point to get things done again.
I feel almost like the roses.
Dry. Past their best. A bit more fragile than they were.
Still functioning to create beauty, though.
After I was woken up, they tried to explain some of what had happened. As far as I understand, any future anaesthetic could be dangerous for me, and I need to warn medical staff if it’s needed at a later date. Also – I still have the original issues that prompted the whole thing…
I think that all this isn’t likely to affect my daily life, but sometimes I still feel the fear of possibilities. I pray to, and trust, God to hold my life, and to do what’s best. There’s still those moments, though, when I am alone in the darkest hours, and the bottom drops out of hope and light.
Just for a second.
In the last week or so, this has been the song I’ve been listening to –
There’s always room for dancing, however high the waves.
And remembering Who I have to fall back on…
1000 Fields of Roses 