It's a balmy Sunday night. My heart and head are full of so many thoughts to share that "rest" right now isn't really attainable at the moment. Like a pot about to bubble over, I've got so much to share and not enough remaining hours in the night to say all that needs or wants to be said. But I'll give it my best :)
We're settling in to our new place and for a basement apartment, it's fantastic. Nicer than we could have ever expected, moving was as hard as I thought it would be - being older doesn't make it easier of course. This time around, however, we were smart and gave yourselves a few days with plenty of help. Thanks to the grand old Ikea, we've really been able to make it our home. The wife is happier than I've seen her, because it's ours and (the apartment at least) isn't being shared with anyone else other than our family.
To be honest I thought it would be harder than this. Getting adjusted, missing them. But apparently it's not. If anything, it's freeing me up a bit more to think. And, thanks to the advice of my trait marker buddy, I'm slowly making some lifestyle changes in an effort to reach a bit of a better balance in my writing and reading.
One thing I love to do is find old books. After another visit to our library, I've managed to find another. This one published in 1942, it's a collection of short stories, with several popular authors.(Note: I've tried to enter it but blogger is not working with me tonight). Authors include Ernest Hemingway (The Snows of Kilimanjaro) and the Red Pony by John Steinbeck.) Smells like an old book, feels like an old book as the binding is slowly falling apart.
Recent days have bee filled with school supplies purchasing and uniform finding. I've been greatly amazed at how quickly Stephy went from not wanting anything to do with school, to asking me about it daily :) Just the other day she was telling us she never wanted to grow up, and to be honest, neither did I. Those beautiful moments we share with our kids at the ages between 3 1/2 and 5 are unforgettable. Who wants those days to pass quickly? Full of wonderment and awe, I'm constantly reminded of how much we love her and how much she loves us.
