:: we live on a ship
I have long said that our house is like a ship.
If it’s not bolted down, it’s going to move.
Less stuff! is my usual battle cry. But we are in a pretty sweet spot with our possessions right now. We use and love pretty much everything we have. (Mostly. Mostly love, mostly use.) I look around and the things scattered hither and yon are not clutter, they are useful and frequently used items. That have been removed from their place of repose.
We seem to be very good at “a place for everything” and not very good at “and everything in it’s place”.
I get a little morose and wonder if they are ever going to get the message. Then I remind myself that two of them do sleep through the night, and that two of them (almost, almost three) do not throw temper tantrums, and that three of them take their dishes to the kitchen after every meal. And maybe this pick up and drop tendency is also only a matter of persistence and time.
Oh, dear me, I do hope so. If my facebook feed were left up to un-judicious posting, it would contain mostly professions of yoga love and food cravings. If this blog were left up to un-judicious posting, it would all be about dealing with the mess. I have a continual need for mess-therapy.
Right now we just need people to leave things where they belong. Heed the word, people.
And if that’s not going to work (obviously, obviously that’s expecting too much from a family of adventurous explorers and curious investigators, despite my best strenuous efforts to quell the impulse to pick up something and discard it in another part of the house or yard), then we need safety locks and safety latches. Lots and lots of them.
You know how restaurants (like, say, Panera) have their artsy pictures bolted to the walls? I covet.
There’s a manhunt on in our area for a cop-killer. Everybody is on lock down. And I didn’t get the memo until after we had backed out of the driveway to go to the library. And because I wasn’t smart enough to figure our how to announce hahajustkiddinglet’sgobackinsideafterittookusfiveminutestogetinthecar with any reasonable sort of a reason, I told them why.
And fear entered our home. Lia closed and locked the doors. And through the day there were many, many manifestations of her fear. “I’m scared and it makes my tummy feel funny”. “What about Ramon? (Our gardener who we see all the time) Is he not working outside today?” “Let’s look out for helicopters.” It came up again and again and again.
I watched this from a quiet place, amidst the more-than-usual chaos of feeling stuck in the house.
You can’t meet big stuff head on with Lia. You have to come around it, and let her come around it.
Of course, I have no answers. That, perhaps, is the hardest part.
Other news from this side is that everyone seems to be on the mend. I lost my voice, but that’s to be expected after days and nights of being coughed on and snotted on and spoon shared.
I’m bone-hungry all the time. Kiri’s still nursing a bit, and I’m not getting enough of something. Legumes and grains and green leafy vegetables in large, continuous quantities are just not cutting it.
Lia is loving Read, Write, Type. I love it, too. Phonics, spelling, reading, and typing all at the same time!
I found that the library has Magic Tree House books on CD. Awesome. We’ve been flying through them, and finally Amelie gets to hear all the stories, instead of just looking at the pictures.
This week we planted half of our garden beds. My dream is coming true. Oh, they’re so pretty. And we had such a good time planting them. I hope they survive the cold weather coming tonight. And if they do, I hope they survive Kiri.
We made a paper mache dome for our Hagia Sophia today.
I’m having a problem with apostrophes. They are continually cropping up in the wrong places as I type. I don’t know whether to blame this on the auto-correct function or the “obviously I’m texting, so I am not required to use proper grammar” syndrome or just another random manifestation of Mommy Brain.