John and I are settling in nicely to our nice little home here in Owasso. OK, so 3 beds, 1.5 baths isn’t exactly little, but it’s not sprawling or enormous, either. I have no room I don’t know what to do with, and if we were to find we were expecting, I’d have to make room for the baby, but room enough to make it.
The dogs come in 3-4 times a week, more than the cats like, and less than the dogs like. We’ve not decided yet which dog would make the better good will ambassador to the cats; Bear’s so friendly, loving, and playful that it doesn’t occur to him to do anything but play. Alas, he’s at least 3 times larger than the cats, and I don’t think they understand he just wants to play. Then there’s Grizzly. Grizzly is curious, interested, and just that. The cats might well do better with his dispassionate approach, but at 8 times larger than the cats, just one wrong move could be all it takes to say good night to the kitty in question. Still, they sniff at each other, they’re gradually getting closer to each other, and I think we’re making headway.
I decided to leave my job. I still love the idea of writing professionally, and I’m not willing to completely abandon that idea. Unfortunately, living here and working for a company there was more stress than I wanted to deal with. Of course, that means I have the opportunity to spend time and energy taking care of the house.
That’s a joy to me, actually. There is a simple delight in my heart when I see a bedroom picked up, bed made, curtains opened to let the sunlight in. There is a simple delight for me to see the dishes done, put up, the counters wiped up, and know that dinner is all but taken care of. I want home to be a haven for my husband and I. I’ve always wanted to be a hostess, and never had the time, energy, or organization I needed to get on top of the chaos that was my house. Moving in here has been amazing. We threw away more stuff than I can even begin to count for you, and gave away a truckload more. Now that I have less stuff to keep up with, I can keep up with what I have. Do I still have more than I need? I’m sure I do. As I’ve said before; I’m a packrat. I’m also incurably sentimental. Still, I’ve learned that I can save things I have a sentimental attachment to, without keeping everything or piling it up so high that I can’t get around the house for the mess. I can’t explain why it makes me feel so good to keep the house neat, I just know that it does.
I bought a cheap little digital camera. So far the pictures are all crap, so I’m seriously thinking about sending it back. Once I get a functional camera, I’ll try to get pictures of my sweet little house up somewhere. I want to include the silk flower arrangements I did for the kitchen and the bedroom (far cheaper, and more allergy friendly than the real thing, and less of a concern with animals that eat EVERYTHING they lay eyes on.
Well, I’m off to finish getting the Office dealt with, and then the little daily polishing that has to happen. Oh, and I tried posting this once before and it didn’t post. We’ll see if it works this time! Next time I'll have to tell folks about Pass Your Plate, too!