Our week in review.

I have decided to take a break from the stress of moving and dwell more on the things this week that have made me happy...it's OK to take a break because after all, I have only one, OK, one and a half more things on my To Do list.  I have to relish in that as much as possible because as we speak, another To Do list is materializing out in the universe and will be hitting paper sometime soon.

Clark and I are almost finished with our little furniture refinishing project.  I am excited about our kitchen table's "new look" even though it has come at the expense of eating every meal on the floor/extra chairs/piano bench/couch/TV trays for the last week.  It is going to look great.  Although I have to say, all that open space is kinda nice too. (In case you hadn't noticed, I am slow to take down decorations...and even though Clark has been home for several weeks now,  I love my yellow flowers...it's just too bad that they didn't serve as more of a warning for where that light hangs down.  I think I've hit my head on it about a bajillion times this week.)

 When flipping chairs over to paint we found the word Jesus written in capital colored pencil letters on the bottom.  This religious graffiti made me laugh instead of being irritated, which is always a good thing.  I also am fairly confident that I know who wrote it.  The same little girl who has written her own name on everything else in the house.  You know who I mean.

(Written just after we moved in two and a half years ago.  Thankfully for us, her spelling and knowledge of letter direction has improved...and thankful for her, she has wised up and stopped writing her own name on things.)

We felt as though Hazel's pig-tails weren't cuttin' it in the cuteness factor anymore and so we decided to take it to the next level with a little grill bling.  We thought it might be easier to execute than a tattoo, which it was.

I may have regretted this decision however when I tried to take a picture.  I took probably a dozen before I realized that it just didn't look cute.  Not in the least.  Plus, too hard to brush and floss.

 Yesterday I had a very strange conversation on the phone with a Franciscan priest in Pennsylvania named Father Frank who received my blender parts from Amazon by mistake.  That means no smoothies for at least a couple of weeks when we can sort it out...we have to wait until Father Frank returns from convocation.  True story.  I'll let you know when I receive my blender parts.  In any case, I met a new friend and was blessed before getting off the phone.  How often does that happen?

OK, since this post has taken me so long to write, we finished the table.  Ta Da! It feels so formal to be sitting at a table to eat my meals again.

I am glad that we have gotten to see a favorite familiar face of Fall before leaving New England.  Fall, how I love you.  I love how you smell and feel and how our mornings and evenings are crisp.  I am planning on getting my hands on some homemade donuts and fresh apple cider with caramel before I leave.  Yes, tomorrow I think would be nice.

And now for the saddest news of all.  Oscarsons, you may want to look away.
Clark and I had to make a rather tough decision this week as we took loads to the dump.  There just simply isn't a place for this anymore.  Console TV.  You've been good to us.  Especially me.  I have known you my entire life.  And even though you have a little red spot in one corner of your screen, you still work well.  And even though you are so heavy that I am convinced you have a homeless person living in you, I still love you.  And it was difficult to leave you in such a place.  But the two ladies in camouflage pants that work at the city dump are super nice.  They are always so enthusiastic and they love their job so I know you will like it there.

Excuse the bare, white legs.  Clark and I have had the pleasure opportunity to walk/run every day after putting the girls on the bus.  Even though I love spending the time with Clark, and I love feeling healthy and I love the novelty of being able to work out with  my husband, I still hate to exercise.  I told Clark last night that I finally realized the reason why.  I want to like exercising.  I have had to do a lot of hard things in the last couple of years.  Exercising is a hard thing that I don't have to do.  I don't want to make myself do hard things that I don't have to do.  Got it?  Anyway, that is the TMI on why my legs are a little more exposed than usual, and white...I mean the 'white' is pretty usual.  I gave up on being tan this summer when I came to the realization that I didn't really care that much. It made me feel old to feel that way.  But I am embracing my grey hairs and being in my 30's, remember?

Oscarsons, just so you can feel better, we had a nice talk before I said goodbye.  I told him all about then nice friends he'll make (ie the two transfer station ladies I mentioned above, as well as all the other cast-aside electronics sitting on the pavement.)  I told him that he would always be in my heart and he never had to feel alone, especially since he has a homeless man living inside of him.

And then I had to sit and recreate how much of my childhood was spent.  I watched The Mickey Mouse Club, Night Rider and Moonlighting on this TV, Goonies, Indiana Jones and countless other classics.
It was hard to say good bye.  But all good things must come to an end...or go to the dump.

In the meantime, we are anticipating the movers coming to pack us up early next week.  I am fairly certain that nothing interesting will happen between now and then which means that I most likely won't have another post until I am sitting in our new house in Northern Virginia, avoiding mountains of boxes to be unpacked...that might be sooner than I like to think.  But then again, with Clark home for another few weeks we might get those boxes unpacked and put away faster than I anticipate.  Until then, we will continue to begin every sentence with "this is the last time we will ________ in Connecticut" all said in a sad voice, except of course when I did grocery shopping for the last time.  That was pretty happy.