We are home from a holiday few days in New Hampshire. Julia and I stayed at the Henry Whipple House in Bristol, visited with friends at a nearby lake house during the days, boated and swam and hiked and ate summer foods and played many games of skipbo. We wore our masks at our inn and walking in the little town center and tried to stay socially distant from everyone not in our immediate party. Sometimes that felt awkward and uncomfortable but I was grateful that most people we met were observing the same rules. I so enjoyed being spoiled a little bit—having someone else cook breakfast and make my morning coffee felt like a spectacular extravagance.
Labor Day Weekend and we were out and about playing tourists for the last few days before school. There is a good deal of anxiety but keeping busy helps. Besides touring, we hang Julia’s anime posters and did some decorating in her bedroom. Fingers crossed for Tuesday morning.
A visit to Old Sturbridge Village about 45 minutes south of us. We happened to arrive on Free Friday which made the visit all the more sweet. Visiting 1830 and talking to various craftsmen was the highlight of the day. It was a simpler time of live but even a casual visit showed how few opportunities for women there were. The Seneca Falls Convention was still 18 years away. Continue reading
Sitting in a coffee shop whose name I’ve already forgotten. There is no free wifi here which suggests that I will try the Starbucks around the corner next time. My car is parked at a metered space that I probably don’t have enough time on. I can’t always tell if there is a time limit on parking spaces. Julia is at an orientation for new students. She is anxious and scattered and so am I.
New reality: Carry change for meters. Find a coffee shop with free wifi. Get acquainted with feeling scattered. Continue reading
A week and two days. Hold tight. This is long. I’ve taken notes. I am really tired and last night Cheshire and Justin brought over an “extra” air conditioner to take the edge off the heat. We’ve made it though the loading, the drive, the almost catastrophe, the arrival, the delivery, seeing our new home, a measure of unpacking, and our ninth death day celebration. Lots of being here with some worry on the side.
Beginning last Thursday. Closing on the Madison house and the journey out here were, as in any good transformative tale, challenging. My buyers hesitated and complained a bit. Wedding jitters? This might have been their first old house buy or their first buy together. My cleaners were responsible for some of the anxiety—the middle burner on the stove top probably still wet from cleaning did not immediately light and the cellar floor, still wet from a wash, suggested a wet basement. Then, the central air did not immediately switch on and blow out cold air, but I hadn’t run it yet this season and directions needed to be followed. Does anyone read directions? Eventually and with some realtor help, signing happened. I worried and fretted from the road and was happy and relieved that I had pre-signed what I needed to do last week. Continue reading
Yesterday. Two more sleeps.
Today. One more sleep. How many times did Julia and I do the “sleeps” countdowns when we were getting ready to travel? This time counting sleeps is for me. Are we really going? Will Boston really be there? Next week, this time, with a bit of luck, we should be in a house I’ve never seen, unpacking.
Today is our last quiet morning. Tomorrow, the movers come. There are still so many measures of uncertainty—no idea of what time movers are coming and so, what time my clean up crew can start. The buyers want to walk through at 2:30, or rather the buyer’s agent named that time. I’ve been visited by half of the buying couple twice to measure for a washing machine and to show her the garden, and I suspect that she is not pushing to do a walkthrough before the movers are finished, but who knows . . . The window for deliver is still July 1st to the 8th. With some luck, they will close that window up tomorrow. If it is the 1st to the 3rd, we will camp out in the new place starting July 1. We will be connected to the internet by noon on the 1st. Cheshire has two air mattresses, I have 2 camp chairs, swim towels and our picnic stuff in the car. I have reservations for our travel nights and a plan to see Seneca Falls on Saturday. Passports and the cat’s certificate of health are in our travel folder. Continue reading
I am finished! Now, perhaps the words, a few thoughts will come. I have described the last two or so weeks as “not writers block.” Really, I always have something to say, some of it not incredibly inspiring, perhaps most of it not very inspiring, but usually cogent. However, recently I sit down at my usual writing times and discover that the words come slowly, are forced, and trite, are almost stupidly simple. “I’m having a hard day,” was the start on Tuesday and then nothing after that. Continue reading
Spring break. Tuesday through Saturday. Boston environs. Pictures now, reflections later.
First morning in Boston and first Dunkin’ Donut.
The cutest apartment in all of Boston! A carriage house to a very beautiful old Victorian. No, I didn’t get it. I didn’t even get inside to look at it. The rude RE agent cancelled our appointment after I arrived. We did, however, climb stairs and peek in windows. Universe, I’m putting you on notice that this apartment’s twin is my wish list. Please. Continue reading
The week has been a challenge. Getting back after a weekend away. A weekend in which we visited what felt like many groups of friends and a few relatives. Julia and I enjoyed seeing her godmother, my Indy friends, the China Sisters, and my niece, nephew, their kids and parents. It all went by quickly and smoothly. Even the drive back was smooth and easy—cloudy driving day, warm enough to take off coats in the car. The niggle in a far back corner of my mind reminding me that there will be goodbye visits that will feel much like this particular weekend. Continue reading
I could hav stayed home all day under covers, sipping tea and staring into the fire. But . . .
Arrived in Madison in the wee hours of this morning and had a good, long sleep. This morning we breakfast and then puttered made lists—of all I’ve been thinking of this past week, of getting ready for the new year, of groceries we need to buy today. Julia googled swords to add to a drawing in Adobe Draw—I am encouraging the use of layers. Her use is artificial right now and I could be wrong in my directions, but I am assuming the some practice will benefit her in the long run. She is using her new stylus although she is still at times reverting to her fingers. Continue reading