More projects on the go! Kevin's on a painting kick. This weekend he's tackling the stripes Fooey requested for her bedroom. The kid is onto something. Her instinct for style is uncanny. Kevin's only finished the blue stripes (there may be green and yellow ones yet to come, depending on his patience for what has turned out to be a time-consuming job), but it seems to have added something dimensional to the walls. I swear the room looks cleaner. Stripes as mess-camouflage?
I can tell my head is better not only because it doesn't hurt, but because I was operating at high efficiency yesterday. I tackled a series of projects of the sort you never intend to tackle, but simply find yourself head-shakingly in the middle of. It was all precipitated by an order of a half-bushel of roma tomatoes, which I knew I would both regret and appreciate. I never intended to can them, there being ample room in our freezers due to lacklustre enthusiasm (from me) on the food preservation front this summer. I'll freeze them, thought I! Nothing simpler! (Really, there isn't; I just toss them cored but whole into freezer bags). Then I scouted out the freezers. Two half-full small chest freezers desperately in need of defrosting. Perfect! No time like the present! I'll just defrost these, one by one, switching the frozen items between each, clean out the interiors, oh, and wash behind and underneath while I'm at it, discovering enough fur-like dust to make a pile that looked (disturbingly) mouse-like (it wasn't). And then I froze the tomatoes. The defrost project dragged on all day, but freezing the tomatoes took less than half an hour; I've ordered another half-bushel to process next weekend.
I also made a run to the grocery store for boring bulk essentials that we were totally out of like TP and rice and dog food.
on the landing
I declared Saturday to be cleaning day (that made me popular), and ordered the kids to strip their beds. There were mountains of laundry. I attacked hard water stains in the upstairs bathroom with vinegar and elbow grease.
A million friends came over to play, with children rotating between houses on scooters. One child did nothing but Rubiks cube all day ("cubing" is all the rage in her class, which probably tells you something about her class). Kevin and I, at the eleventh hour, left a houseful of kids playing the card game "Pit" at the highest imaginable volume, in order to go shopping for a new bed. We're sticking with our living-like-grad-students theme and made the purchase at a futon store uptown. Kev's picking up the new frame and mattress this afternoon. Photos forthcoming.
the colours in Albus's newly painted room (I told you Kevin is on a roll!)
And then we fed the kids pancakes for supper, and took ourselves out for dinner to celebrate: our first opportunity since Monday's news. Truth be told, we were both really tired. We drank, we ate, we tried to talk about it. We don't know what's ahead, can only sit in the strange calm of right now, shaking our heads and laughing at the ridiculous year we've had so far, a year of extremes and unforeseens, of injury, bed bugs, concussions, fresh paint, career turns, difficult choices, and, at times, seemingly no choice at all but to keep on keeping on. So we've kept on. Thankfully. And here we are. Thankfully, and with thanks.
Above, our house, captured, in reflection, in its natural state. We've got son plus friend, plus clean laundry unfolded in basket on dining-room table, plus piano (not being practiced), plus basket of mail (unopened), plus family photos more than a decade old (which I long to update), plus book on table from Friday night's poetry book club meeting (The Griffin Poetry Prize Anthology 2013), plus covered chalkboard wall, plus broken bridle on living-room floor (remnant from my childhood, used recently as a prop in a child's school presentation on horses). I also spy art supplies on the dining-room table, because art supplies are like weeds. You think you've got them coralled and under control, and bam, they've sprouted everywhere again.
I'm feeling at peace with the messiness, with the constant state of disorder. I don't like dirt. Or dog hair. But I love this evidence of flourishing life, creative, shared, blessed, untidy, in the midst. I love being in the midst. Keep me here.
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