Monday, July 16, 2012

Domestic Tranquility

I have read before that the relative neatness and organization of your home/living space influences your attitude a great deal.  If this is so, my 'tude is in the gutter and heading toward the sewer quickly.

One look at my house and you would think I was trying to qualify for the next season of "Hoarders".  As a matter of fact, I looked up the definition and symptoms of this disorder on the Internet and I think I have some of the traits of a hoarder.  Why, though, I don't know.  All I know is that I need to get the clutter cleared and maybe the mess in my mind will follow suit.

My new kitchen curtain valances.
"Simple Praise" by Park Designs.

When things are this bad, it's hard to know what step(s) to take first.  You know that a storage/sheving unit of some type in the family room would help with the junk buildup immensely, but 1) do you put down carpeting first before building the unit?  2) how much is it going to cost? 3) will my back hold up through all the construction? and on and on and on...

I've decided that painting over the faux brick in my kitchen is the best, cheapest solution for changing the color, preserving the drywall, and brightening my spirits.  But when am I going to fit in cleaning and prepping the brick for painting?  Can I go ahead and put curtain rods into the brick to hang the new curtains, or should I wait until the brick is painted? 

Should I wait for another community document shredding day to come around, or should I spend the $$$ on a shredder, start shredding this excess paper, and hope I don't burn out the motor on another one?  And I even have the urge after all this to repaint my living room.

And--where is all the money for this going to come from?

Good grief, I need to stop ADDing and do something.  Stop making excuses, stop being scared.  Take the plunge.  If it is to be, it is up to me.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Laughter In the Rain, Little Kid Style

The reunion of my mom's side of the family, which is a rather large gathering when we all get together (my mom is one of eight kids), took place yesterday at the park in Mulberry, Indiana.

One thing I love about the Jewett Reunion is the amount of little children that are there.  I think that is a given when you have a extended family the size of mine.  No little babies yesterday, but plenty of tinies from toddlers up through grade schoolers.

Yesterday, Mulberry was blessed with two very nice downpours of rain within about an hour.  It didn't take long at all for the little ones to discover the water ponded up at the bottom of the slides, on top of the merry-go-round, and under the swings on the playground.  Pretty soon, a whole horde of tiny bodies with soaking wet pants and skirts made their way into the shelterhouse to reload on cookies and other child-friendly "energy snacks".

Watching them splash in puddles made me smile and made me wish I could go back to being that carefree.  I was painfully aware yesterday of just how down I have been for most of the year and how much I wish I could get back to being me.  The craft table was equally fun, watching the little ones carry away their picture frames decorated with little precut foam shapes.  They were so proud of them, even if they did have 15 alligators with one flower pressed haphazardly all over the place.  I am so darned wrapped up with doing everything as well and as fast as I can that I miss the lesson and value of letting go and having fun.

Maybe if I sat at a picnic table soon, balanced a bottle cap on top of my head, and made silly faces--well, most folks would think I'd finally lost my freaking mind, but I think I would feel very good and partly young in spirit again.  I think I'll try it soon.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

I'm Starting To Feel Like This Photo...


Today is July 5.  The school corporation for which I work begins classes on Tuesday, August 14.  I am starting to feel like the poor little fellow in the photo above.

Many people say to me, "oh, the summers must be so nice and slow for you". HA!  There are times during the summer when I am busier than at some times during the actual school year.  There is always a record to be updated, a parent to be called, data to be analyzed, handbooks to be edited and overhauled, files to reorganize--you name it.

When the students come back--well, that is what we live for and work for.  But the preparation can stretch you in many different ways.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Rest In Peace, Sweet Little Boy

"Zacary Wise, died at birth, Saturday, June 30, 2012, in St. Elizabeth East Hospital. A private family graveside service will be held in Sugar Grove Cemetery near New Richmond."


Just a few short, simple words for a life that never got a chance to begin to be lived.  I can't even try to begin to explain the grief I feel because this year I already have more questions than faith over things that have happened in my life.  This little baby's death dredged up all the pain and memories again that I thought might be packed away after almost 25 years.

Love, thoughts, sympathy and prayers to Chrissy, Andy, big brother (at three years old) Jackson, and the Dill and Wise families on this terrible loss.